A/N - To sum up the past two days or so; I feel so used when it comes to computers! I've gotten over 11,000 hits so far. Well past 300 reviews! It's my one month anniversary with this story!! Oh, and I changed the genre and chapter names. This story still has some humor, but it's really leaning on drama right now, right?? On with the update!
One more thing, Crystalbluu, I know you alerted my story, so can you please review?! You probably don't have time or anything, but I love your story on Mibba and like, yeah. I'll flip out if you review, because you're like a FF celebrity to me. But if I could get Devilpup to read my story, or Scarlettblush, I'd probably die xD
"Jenny Huynh and Jason Grey, please report to the principal's office," I hear Mr. McFall say on the loudspeaker. The painful smile just left my face when I saw that Nate's was giving me a questioning look.
"Probably about what happened in the closet," I say to myself. I'm pretty sure he heard because his hand that was still in mine clenched into a fist. "Hey, anger management," I remind him.
"Whatever. What were you guys doing in a closet together?" he asks.
"I'll tell you later, don't want any rumors to start." I wink at him before getting Mr. Edwards to sign my agenda. I begin the walk to Mr. McFall's office. I was just outside his door when I saw Jason far down the hallway. I run up to him and give him a hug.
"Jenner!" he says. We're on close friends terms now. Isn't that great? Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic. If he went out of his way to pull me into a supply closet just for my safety, he was a true friend.
"Hey Jase! So like, what do you think P MAC wants?" I ask him. Jase is a pretty cute nickname for him. And you know, P MAC for Principal McFall. Much less syllables.
"Uh, 'P MAC'? Well, probably something to do with those guys, cuz it was us that, you know.." he trails off, looking all around to see if anyone was spying on us.
"Wow, you're pretty paranoid," I note when he finally stops looking.
"You're the buzz of the entire school. If people heard that you had to go to Mr. McFall's office with me, don't you think that anyone would spy? They'd probably try saying that we got caught having sex in the bathroom or something," he rambles.
"Which we clearly did not," I clear, in case anyone was actually spying.
"Of course we didn't. I'm with Nicole, and you're with.. Well, that's actually complicated."
"Shouldn't we get to his office now?" I remind Jason. He slaps his forehead before we both head back near the front lobby.
After Jason and I situated in our chairs in Mr. McFall's office did he turn around in his large leather chair. Does he always go for a dramatic effect?
"Ah, I see that you have made it," he says, déjà vu being the first thought on my mind. Why is he always trying to be so disgustingly formal?
"So, what's the dealio?" I ask him, trying to get it over and done with.
"Jenny, what happened to your face?" he asks.
"Doors hate me," I simply state.
"Does he always talk like this?" Jason whispers to me. I roll my eyes and nod my head.
"Okay, both of you know about Brian and Paul since, of course, you guys reported him," Mr. McFall starts. "We've found their weapons in their lockers. I just want to warn you guys to be very careful. There have been too many attempted murders lately," he huffs.
"Can we go now?" I ask impatiently.
"You know what, you guys can have the rest of the day off. I'm pretty sure you're tired," he offers.
"So you're gonna let us leave just like that?" Jason asks.
"It's been enough drama today. You guys should go and rest," Mr. McFall says.
"So, we can go, just like that," I state rather than ask. He nods in response. "Whoo, Jason, let's go visit Shane!" I start jumping up and down.
"Yeah, but we're gonna have to go back for practice," he reminds me.
"Who cares?! Let's go see Shane!" I continue as I skip my way out the front doors. The security guard nods at us, silently stating that it was alright to leave.
I'm standing by Jason's car, impatiently tapping my foot, waiting for him to unlock it so I could get inside. It's felt like forever since I last saw Shane, but it's been less than a day. I'm shocked to find myself thinking; I really miss him.
Hmm, that sounded extremely cheesy. I'd rather be seeing Shane than be in History, even if they were going over the detail for the group project. Then I realize something as we get on the road.
"Jason, we need to go to a Rite-Aid or CVS cuz I've gotta seriously cover up this bruise," I tell him.
"Oh, hey, look! There's one right now!" he says before parking by the Rite-Aid. I rush inside with him and head directly to the cosmetics aisle. After a couple minutes, I pull out something from CoverGirl that should cover most of my bruise. Jason pays for it while I wait by the car. These guys spend way too much money on me. I apply the foundation as Jason drives us to the hospital. Surprisingly, the bruise is hardly even noticeable. Within minutes me and Jason are in the front lobby at the hospital. I walk to the guy behind the information desk.
"Hello sir, would you mind telling me where Shane Grey is currently located?" I politely ask the young man. He looks like he's Jason's age, only a little bit older. His green eyes look up at me before he nods and types in the computer.
"Well, right now, he's in a counseling session with a therapist, but you can wait thirty minutes to see him," he suggests.
"A counseling session?" I question. Jason's standing there next to me, confusion on his face.
"Well, he did try to, well, yeah," the guy rambles.
"Oh, sorry! Yeah, well, I think I'll just sit down and wait," I say, the reason why Shane was even here coming back to me. I nearly forgot.
"He's gotten quite a few visitors today," the guy says, obviously trying to spark up some conversation.
"Oh really, who?" Jason speaks up.
"Well, it was a couple in their late forties, I think. The woman had dark curly hair and the man looks a lot like you!" the guy replies. "Oh, my name's Greg."
"Wait, Greg, did they say who they were?" I ask him.
"Shit, they're our parents," Jason mumbles.
"What, is that bad?" Greg asks.
"You ever heard of Denise Grey? How about Paul Grey?" I ask Greg.
"Oh yeah, the fashion designer and music producer!" he exclaims.
"Yeah, they're my parents, and Shane's, too," Jason says.
"Well, they just left," Greg informs us.
"We've gotta get going," Jason says to him before grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the hospital.
"Let me guess, we're going to your house," I say after Jason starts driving.
"It's not a good thing," he states, checking his mirrors before switching lanes.
"Yeah, I wouldn't think that it'd be, either."
"They've finally come home after two months only because of what Shane did," he grits out.
"How do you guys live alone then?" I ask.
"Hidden pantries full of food and tons of cash can help out people," he answers.
"Haha, Morgan had a fridge full of take-out when she was locked in her room during her suspension," I reminisce.
"Was it Chinese?" he smirks.
I laugh at his teasing of me and Nicole's culture. We pull up to his house soon afterwards and I get out with him. I've already met their mom, but I haven't met their dad yet. Actually, I'm still nervous about seeing Denise again. When she first saw me, I was in my formal state, but now I'm just me. The girl with the eco-friendly t-shirts, dark jeans and her good ol' chucks. Did I mention really long hair? I really need to get it cut soon. Before Jason could even put his key into the door, I see a middle aged man hastily open it.
"Jason! Why didn't you call us!?" the man, who of course is Mr. Grey, yells at Jason.
"Why would we?" he rudely replies before dashing inside. The three brothers must really not like their parents.
"Hello Mr. Grey. I'm Jenny, Nate, Shane and Jason's friend," I formally greet. He sticks out his hand for me to shake, which I do. Funny how his grip's pretty tight.
"Oh, I don't really remember seeing you around. Are you new?" he asks me. "Oh, and please, call me Paul."
"Like you stick around long enough to see any of our friends!" I hear Jason shout from inside.
"Oh, don't mind him. He's just being his grumpy old self," Paul shakes off.
I couldn't help but arch an eyebrow. I haven't known Jason that long, but he doesn't seem like the kind that got mad easily. He's always nice to everyone. It's pretty obvious that Paul here wasn't very perceptive of his sons. They make me appreciate my parents so much more.
"Yeah, I guess so," I casually reply before Paul invites me in.
His phone rings as he pulls out one of those new BlackBerries. "Yeah, I'm about to start mixing the track. I know, Flo Rida needs another new track.." he walks upstairs to what I suppose is the master bedroom. Wow, Flo Rida? Jason walks back to the living room eating some ranch Doritos.
"Want some?" he offers. I eat one, confusion still on my face.
"Yeah, our dad works with R&B and Hip-Hop artists," he explains.
"Cool, those are always the hardest to produce," I say.
"Which just means that it takes that much more time," he grumbles.
"Oh, Jenny! It's so good to see you again!" Denise squeals when she comes out of the kitchen. She had an apron on.
"Mrs. Grey, why are you wearing an apron?" I ask her.
"Oh, I'm just putting away the groceries. I'm going to try making dinner tonight," she says before laughing. "It's been so long since I've done that."
"Don't worry, her food is edible," Jason assures me.
"Jason!" she smacks his arm.
"Ouch! Child abuse is illegal, mom," he whines.
"Don't talk about those things like it's a joke! I'm already worried enough about Shane. Did any of you guys see this coming?" she asks on a more serious note. We both shake our heads.
"There was no sign of it," Jason states.
"Yeah, I didn't see any either," I agree with him. The truth was, I did, but I don't think Shane would want his mom to know.
"Oh, the doctors say that he's coming back tonight. His wrists are healing up pretty well. He'll be able to play Football by next week. He'll also be seeing a therapist," Denise rambles before running back to the kitchen to unload the groceries.
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It took only ten minutes to convince my mom to let me stay for dinner since Denise INSISTED. Like, that woman is too nice for her own good, and she's such a good persuader. And I'm also working on the Geometry project with Nate while we're waiting for Shane to come home. His parents were picking him up.
"Wow, our principal's whack," Nate says after I tell him about the day I just had. He laughed throughout the whole thing except for when I mentioned the stop at Rite-Aid.
"Yeah, unbelievably strange," I agree with him.
"So, we need a whole lot of foam," he changes the topic back to the project.
"Ugh, too many projects!" I whine, hugging a large pillow.
"What, I don't get a hug?" he refers to the pillow. I hit him with it.
"Nope!" I laugh. "The pillow's soft and FLUFFY!"
"Well, I'm hard, but my hair's fluffy," he tries joking.
"You're 'hard'?" I quote him. That just makes me laugh even more. He's so cute when he blushes.
"Hey, I think Shane's home," I say when I hear the faint sound of a door closing.
I quickly rush down the stairs and look out the large windows. Shane's walk is pretty slow, and his hair's a wavy mess. His dad is still talking on his phone while his mom is helping up the driveway. I see him retract from her touch, which makes me frown. All three boys are so distant from their parents. I immediately open the door when they get close. I'm so glad to see Shane outside of the hospital.
"Hi!" I greet them. Shane immediately perks up when I run out and hug him.
"I missed you," he whispers in my ear.
I hear Paul whisper to his wife, "I thought she was dating Nate."
I'm pretty sure that Shane heard them too, since he says, "No, she's not dating that kid."
"Wait, you knew who I was?" I ask his dad.
"Well, I heard about you from my wife, but I just thought that we should've had a formal introduction," he shrugs before walking inside, still talking on his phone.
"Your parents are so much better than mine," he whines.
"Let's just get through tonight with no problems," I say before walking inside with him.
"Ha, I doubt that," he jokes as he walks in with me.
A/N - I was rushed! Really rushed! I'll update ASAP, and this was a total filler. TOTAL. God, probably my worst one yet, and I gotta go to bed.. 'night guys!
9-10-08 - And I updated it, too. I mentioned the bruise. I totally forgot when I posted it! So now it's in there, and that's why people weren't asking her. Hooray for CoverGirl! Do they really have any product that works that good? I wonder.. xD