EDIT! - Okay, Starsnuffers is holding another CR/JB fanfic awards, and the rules are more bendable than Scarlettblush's. One of the categories is best OC, and I'm hoping that you guys will nominate my OC Jenny!! Or Nicole, or Gina, or Angela, but seriously, Nicole or Jenny. Remember, Jenny Huynh, Nicole Zhou.

It would be so awesome just to get nominated. You guys have no idea how hard it is to make an OC unless you've done it before yourself. To get the personality down, their thoughts, everything. So please, Jenny's funny, she's weird, she's forgiving, and she's sweet. I think.. but just at least try to nominate her. And Nicole's the kick-ass friend who's dating Jason, who always tells things like it is. I need to establish her personality more. I would be so happy to get nominated! SO HAPPY!! SOO FUCKIN HAPPY!!

You have 'til October 1st. Get to it!!

I wake up to the sounds of beeping machines. I open my eyes, feeling a huge headache coming on. When I look down at myself, I was dressed in one of those hospital nightgowns with an IV in my arm. Why am I in the hospital? Why does my head feel like shit? And why can't I remember anything from last night? I try sitting up despite my huge headache. Okay, I know that Nate punched me, but I don't know why I'm in this place. I think I remember something about the Grey parents getting home.. But my mind's blank from there. I see a middle aged female doctor walk into my room and sit down on the stool beside the bed.

"Okay Jenny, what year is it?" she asks me.

"Uh, it's 2008 unless I've been warped to some different time," I try to humor her. She laughs a bit at this.

"When's your birthday?" she continues asking the strange questions.

"June 27th," I reply.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Not really, most of it is pretty blank," I tell her. She takes out a flashlight from her pocket and shines them on my eyes. After a couple seconds, she puts it away.

"That's good, your pupils are the same size, which means you don't have any brain injury more serious than a concussion," she informs me as she writes some things on her clipboard.

"Wait, so I have a concussion? That'd explain the headache and bit of amnesia, right?" I ask.

"It's nothing really serious. You suffered a kick to the back of the head. You're pretty lucky that you aren't blind right now."

"Funny how the nerves for the eyes are located near the back of the brain. But wait, how'd I get kicked?" I don't remember getting kicked.

"Well, it's a pretty complicated story," she starts, referring to her clipboard. "Let's see, two guys got into a fight, one guy tried to kick the other, you blocked it and ended up getting kicked in the head. Since it's an accident, the boy who kicked you isn't charged."

"Do you know which guys?" I ask her.

"They seem like nice boys. Famous parents. Nate and Shane Grey, I think. Your family came last night, too, but they had to leave since visiting hours were way over," she replies. Wait, so Shane was the one that kicked me? And I tried protecting Nate? But why were Shane and Nate fighting?

"So what time is it?"

"Right now, it's a bit past noon," she says.

"Wow, I was knocked out for a bit, wasn't I?"

"It's good that you're able to talk right now. You should be released within a couple hours," she says before leaving me there.

I get off my bed to see if I can walk, but once I stand in an upright position, I begin to feel nauseous. I pull the IV stand along with me to the connected bathroom before throwing up into the toilet. I gargle before getting back on the bed. She didn't tell me that nausea was a side effect from concussions. Wait, it's noon right now, so that means that it's visiting hours! Why the heck isn't my mom here?!

Just as I was thinking that, I see my mom rush in with a bag and she sets it down on the table next to me. She pulls out plastic containers containing congee. She's always made that for me if I ever got sick. It's a Vietnamese dish that's made of rice and water, sometimes containing veggies that you eat if you have a weak stomach.

"Oh, Jenny, I was so worried when I heard. They told me it was an accident and nothing serious, but I thought that you were gonna suffer brain damage!" she rambles as she hands me some of the congee. It had some of those string mushrooms in it. I love those.

"Mom, I'm fine, really. Just a major headache, some nausea, and the fact that I can't remember squat from last night," I say before taking a bite. Yum, it's so good!

"Oh no, you forgot about last night?! So you did suffer brain damage!" she starts getting paranoid.

"Mom, please, quit yelling. You're just making my headache worse, and it's not brain damage, I'm sure the memories will come flooding back to me," I assure her.

"Why are you cursed with being such a drama magnet?" she asks.

"Uh, I wasn't a drama magnet in middle school. Just high school, which by the way I started less than a month ago."

"This all began when you started hanging out with Nate and Shane!" she finally realizes. God, her constant yelling is giving me a migraine.

"At least my life isn't boring anymore. Besides, I'm still a good girl with awesome grades. My average in Geometry's over 100 percent now," I remind her.

"You've been getting hurt so much these days. I think it's almost funny," she laughs. "I mean, what's the chances of you having a life like this? Don't think that I'm not aware about how popular those boys are. And so many things have happened so far." She didn't even know half of it, but this was her reaction. Imagine what she'd do if she found out about the weapons.

"All the pain and unfortunate happenings are worth the awesome circle of friends that I have right now," I happily sigh. Sure, my cheek still hurt. Sure, my life has been somewhat put in danger a couple times. And sure, I have a concussion. The thing that confuses me is that through all of the events in the past couple weeks, I can't help but feel happy. I'm still alive, my few friends are legit, and I have people that truly care for me.

You guys are probably thinking, "What's she talking about?! Those stupid cheerleaders have resorted to party crashing and arson just to take revenge, and her loved ones have physically hurt her, accident or not!" But whatever, fuck it. If it weren't for the Greys, I'd probably be dreading school everyday, having a boring uneventful life, and just not living. Going through the predictable cycle, but now nothing's predictable. I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, or even the next minute.

XoLAGOHxO

My mom drives into our driveway when we get home. Looking at the clock in the car, I see that it just turned three. The doctors advised me to not go to school for the rest of the week, but I'm not gonna miss any more assignments. My mom tries helping me walk, but even though I'm dizzy and in pain, I refuse it. I can walk the couple meters to my door, no problem. But when I open it, I get crushed under Gina's hug.

"Jenny, I'm so happy that you're alright!" she squeals.

"I have a headache, and get off of me," I order her, sensing her fakeness.

She was only putting up a show. Yes, I'm still mad at this girl! She's one of the worst sisters, EVER! I stomp into the living room and lie down on the couch. Man, this headache is killing me. But then the headache gets worse when I her the shrill ring of the phone. Gina answers it then gives it to me.

"Hello?" I groggily ask.

"Hey chicka, you alright?" I hear Nicole ask me.

"Besides a concussion, amnesia, a migraine, and the nausea, I'm perfectly chipper!" I sarcastically say.

"If you can be sarcastic, I'm pretty sure you're fine," she replies. "But you wouldn't believe what happened last night! After Shane accidentally kicked you, you got totally knocked out, and their dad drove you to the hospital, everyone piling into the car! Nate and Shane, and even Jason were crying the whole time. I've never seen guys cry so much. I was crying, too. I thought that you had brain damage."

Yeah, my circle of friends care a lot about me, it's pretty obvious. These past weeks have been torture on my body. My knee still had that scab, my bruise was starting to hurt even more! And my brain ain't doing so well either. It feels good to just lay back.

"Dude, I don't have brain damage, just like, I can't remember anything last night," I tell her.

"So, do you actually want me to bring our Biology homework over? The Health current event's due tomorrow."

"Yeah, and can you get Nate to bring over the Geometry, History and English homework? I can deal with missing one Spanish assignment," I ask. "And can you ask Shane to come over?"

"Well, I can call them to come over, but why would you want Shane to come over? I mean, he did injure you pretty bad last night. It was actually serious. Do you know what could've happened?" she rants.

"Besides a concussion, blindness," I reply.

"And you're still totally find seeing him? I know it was an accident, but they started fighting over you, ok? And then you just jumped in to protect Nate, and I heard from Jason that Nate was the one that punched you. Even after all that, you still want to see them?"

"Yup, I still do. They were all accidents, really."

"You must really like them then. Because if Jason did that to me, God, I'm gonna give him a temporary restraining order," she jokes.

"Yeah, I guess I like them that much to forgive them for doing that to me," I realize. "So, call Nate and Shane to come over with the homework, and you come over too."

"Well, Jason's gonna have to drive them since Shane's license is suspended. The township thinks that Shane's gonna try crashing into something or someone to commit suicide. It's only for like, a week though, after counseling's over."

"So, did Shane go to school today?" I ask, getting worried.

"No, he and Nate stayed home, but Jason went," she answers.

"So we have to wait 'til Jason gets home from practice," I say.

"Yeah, but I can come over right now," she suggests.

"Yes please! Come over!! My brain needs some social contact outside of my family," I laugh.

"I'll be there right away," she says before hanging up. Man, I'm not sure if my life sucks, or it should be some soap opera. Maybe both! But that means that I'll be doing homework tonight, even with my messed up brain. I am that much of a nerd, aren't I?

A/N - Yesterday was official Taylor Swift day at my school. LMFAO. Student counsel gets one person from it every Friday to play songs between periods since we have four minutes to get to class. And the person who got chosen played Taylor Swift songs ALL DAY LONG. My god, it drove me insane, even though I like her. I didn't wanna go to class hearing senior guys singing Teardrops On My Guitar.

So this chappie was short, and fillery, but come on, the drama needed to rest a little bit. I'm building up for the next chapter, which I just might post tonight if I get a big reception from this one!! And aww, Jenny totally opened up to how much she liked both guys. She sounds like a whore now!! OMG, does she?!