A/N - I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR NEARLY TWO MONTHS!!! My god, life caught up with me, I got sidetracked, grew a disliking to Disney in general, and started writing Tokio Hotel fiction. But I've gotta be honest; Green Oak is now something that I kind of despise. This was my first story, and it's almost like my little piece of scrap paper. Mistakes that I make on here teach me to write better, but this will forever be my little baby. Wow, that sounds so cheesy.. But I also hate the fact that it's always in present tense.

IT'S SO FREAKING HARD TO WRITE IN PRESENT TENSE!! So from here on out, this story is taking a dramatic turn, alright? I'm not going to edit the first chapters because I want to look back one day and see how I write. If you read my other stories, they're a lot better now. This story is going with the past tense verbs now, alright? Man, I've gotta get in the groove of things again.

"Jenny?" my mom asked me as I started to put away the dishes.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"What's going on with you and Shane?" Oh no, she was catching onto me. You see, my mom established this rule that I wouldn't be able to date until I was a junior in high school. She hasn't stressed it lately, but it's starting to freak me out since she brought it up.

"We're close friends," I lied. I mentally slapped myself.

"That's not the vibe that I've been getting," she told me. I could feel beads of sweat producing on my forehead.

"Uhm, exactly what vibe have you been getting?" I asked.

"Hmm, let's see; he drives you to school every morning, you sure do seem to be at his house a lot, and I don't want to seem rude, but I get this vibe from him that he's a player that sleeps around," she said. I gulped down the bile that was coming up from my throat. Another thing about my mom; she reads people like open books without even knowing them. It's almost scary.

"He's a respectable young man," was all I said. "Excuse me, but I'm going up to my room to finish some homework."

"Wait!" she called when I reached the stairs. I stopped and waited. "Promise me that you won't fall for his traps, that you'll be smart and careful." I nodded before running up the steps into my blue room. I sat down in the center of my queen-sized bed and curled into a ball. What did she mean when she told me to be careful? Yeah, I really haven't known Shane all that long. Yeah, I know that he's a huge player that probably hasn't gone without sleeping with a girl for more than two weeks.

Then a feeling started to produce in my chest. It's obviously been over a month since he's slept with any girl. He couldn't go that long without sex, could he? I knew that things like that were considered addictions, that they were hard to get over. But quitting cold turkey?

"No," I said to myself. "Don't doubt him. He's been wonderful to you and you shouldn't have that little faith in him."

But how sure could I be? I hated it whenever my mom spoke to me about stuff like this. She was just trying to look out for me, but it just makes me overanalyze things to the point where my head's about to burst.

Shane's not the only thing to worry about; there was Nate. I was still mad at him for snitching on me, even though I somehow managed to get out of that predicament. I couldn't be more happy that tomorrow was Friday and that I'd have the weekend to rest and be alone.

XoLAGOHxO

"Hey Jenny," Shane greeted me like he always did in the morning.

"Hi Shane," I replied. I was tired from lack of sleep the previous night.

"So, how'd you sleep?" he asked.

"Not so well," I replied. "How're things with you and Nate?"

"That's something that I'd rather not talk about," he said.

"Okay, I understand." I strapped on my seatbelt and rested against the seat. The next thing I knew, somebody was gently shoving my shoulder and telling me to wake up. I groggily rubbed my eyes then unbuckled myself. I made sure to give Shane a short hug before getting out of his car and stepping foot inside the school. I was still rubbing my eyes when I reached my locker. I opened the lock and got my needed books out. I nearly jumped when I closed the locker since there was Nate in all of his incredibly handsome glory. Did I just say incredibly handsome glory? What the hell, I'm supposed to be mad at this guy.

"So, you going to play rehearsal today?" he nonchalantly asked. "I'm not going since we have a game against Harriton."

"Uh, do I really have a choice? I'm helping Caroline directing. Have you memorized your lines with Elizabeth?" I decided to not be a bitch to him since I was too tired to yell at him.

"No, I haven't memorized them, but I've read over them. I end up with Lydia, right?" he said.

"Lydia? I don't remember Lydia or anything. We haven't gotten that far in rehearsal yet," I replied.

"She's one of the Bennet sisters. I marry her in the end. Who plays her?" he asked.

"How am I supposed to know? Let's get to homeroom before we're late." I pushed him aside and walked over to the first class of the day, if it counts as a class. When he sat down beside me, he pulled a piece of paper from his agenda.

"According to this cast list which I conveniently have, the girl who plays Lydia is this girl named Casey Brenner," he said. A bell dinged in my head as I remembered something. When I wore that maid costume, there was a poll on if my outfit was cute or not. There was a Casey and an Ashley under the "no" section.

"How many Caseys are there in this school?" I desperately asked Nate.

"Uhm, only one that I know of. The school's not really that big," he said.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeated to myself as I continuously banged my head against my Biology text book. Not another set of jealous girls. Why did I ever get myself involved with boys?

"What's wrong?" Nate asked, for once being concerned.

"Whoa, hold on. Casey's the Korean chick, right?" I asked. But wait, that didn't make sense. Her last name wasn't Korean. I remember a Korean girl with a script in her hands that I didn't recognize.

"Yeah, she's adopted," he answered. "She's actually pretty nice. She's a sophomore and we were friends in grade school. I haven't really talked to her since then."

"Oh my fucking god. I hate this school, I hate you, I hate drama, and I sure as hell hate Jane Austen for even writing this play!" I rambled. I hit my head with the text book one final time before resting my head on my folded arms. Why does the world hate me so? Or maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe I'm over thinking things. Ugh, mind, stop going so fast!

XoLAGOHxO

I slammed open Mrs. Gallagher's door and stomped inside her room. She was sitting there with her reading glasses on, reading over the script on the play.

"Jenny, there you are," she said. "I was just about to call you down. Now, I think that we should organize everything better. We have a week until tech week which is when the stage crew starts getting involved with the furniture and lighting. Now, maybe we could start with the scene when the Bennets discuss the arrival of Bing-"

"I do not want to be a part of this production!" I yelled. "Okay, so maybe I kind of gave myself over to you by auditioning for the play, which Nate forced me to do. And I cannot be Georgiana because of my stupid cast. Now, there is no need for me to be involved in this at all. Caroline can handle everything on her own." I took in a deep breath as I closed my short rant. Her green eyes were wide with shock.

"Are you not happy with being the director's assistant?" she asked.

"I'm not happy with being involved in this entire stupid thing!" I angrily replied.

"Would you rather film them and organize the headshots and the program?" she suggested.

"I want out on this- wait, what?" I was confused. Why would she just offer me something like that out of nowhere? She cleared her throat and folded her hands.

"I knew right from the very beginning that you didn't want to be a part of this play, but I see a lot of potential in your acting. I want you to be a part of this production because it'll help you and give you extra credit in your English class. I apologize for forcing you to be Caroline's assistant, but I'm now kindly asking you to be a part of our production. You may film the rehearsals and have the main cast members watch it to see their mistakes and correct it. We don't have much time before the first curtain rises." I gave her a doubtful look. "We could always use more help."

"You know that I'm not going to give in that easily," I said. "You gave me no mercy even when I just had a surgery the previous day. You think I'm going to say 'yes' just like that? You know what, I'll think about it. I'll tell you the answer on Monday."

Before the bitch could say anything else, I stomped out of her office and made sure to slam her door as loud as I could. I trudged down the hall and to the lobby, out of the front doors. Looks like I'm walking home again since the buses just left. Poo.

XoLAGOHxO

Okay, so I kind of caved. I didn't feel like walking nearly three miles to my house and decided to watch the play rehearsal until the football game started. I did my homework while waiting for it. Might as well watch it, you know. My mom was hesitant in letting me stay that long, but after a couple minutes, I convinced her to say yes. I'd been doodling on my agenda with a pen when Caroline announced that play rehearsal was over.

I left my backpack in the auditorium and went into the parking lot through its direct exit. It felt good to relax. I've been stuck in pointless drama for what felt like years. A love triangle, scheming girls, people spending all their time thinking of ways to piss me off even further. And my life was somewhat put in danger. Maybe it was all worth it for Shane; maybe.

The air smelt of freshly cut grass as I skipped my way to the football field several hundred feet away. To tell you people the truth, the last time that I was really happy was during the summer. The typical naïve pre-freshman. That's what I once was. But that all changed so quickly and so drastically. Shouldn't I be happy that I've got Shane now?

Unfortunately, the answer is no. Nicole's got Jason to take up her time. Shane's taking up a lot of mine. Then there's Nate, the one who was always sweet and adorable, but he had those anger management issues. Everybody's got their flaws. Mine is that I'm pretty selfish at times. How have I gone through in the past month? Just one month. I just want my life to be normal for once, for everything to go back to the way it was.

I want the drama to go away. I don't want so many people to hate me. I don't want to be in the center of everything. My mom must be pretty concerned and my sister is getting corrupted. There's so many unbelievable problems going on. I'm only fourteen years old! I'm still a child! I can't take all of this at once. It's just too much.

My skipping slowed down to a slow walk as I reviewed my life. I wanted Nicole and I to always be together again. I want to not have even met the Grey brothers. I wanted my biggest worries to be about schoolwork and friendship drama. But through all of this, I couldn't help but think of how selfish I was being. It was always about me, not everybody else.

Was Nicole feeling lonely like I did?

How was Shane dealing with quitting his habit cold turkey?

What's going on with Nate and the whole dreaded triangle?

And maybe Jason feels neglected.

My little sister is turning into a person I don't even know anymore.

Then there's those three girls stuck in a juvenile center because of me.

I've caused so much trouble by getting involved with these boys. And for what? A relationship I'm not even sure that'll last? The more I think about it, the more I think that it's not worth it. I just want to fix everything and everyone. But I'm only a young and naïve child, I can't do all of that. But it's me that caused it. Everything leads back to me. Maybe Gina feels like the ugly duckling of our family, that I outshine her with my grades.

I've got a football game to look forward to and a weekend to try to sort out my problems. I'll deal with all of this later. I just wish that it'd be easy.

Too bad wishes never come out the way you plan.

A/N - Do you guys like the new approach to the story? I wanted Jenny to mature and realize all the problems around her. Maybe this story will end before everything gets resolved. I've realized that several of my ideas are completely impossible, but this is the result of a girl having an extremely boring summer. Haha, please leave me your true thoughts. I'll be updating SOON.

P.S.: Who's interested in reading my Tokio Hotel story? According to the FF rating system, it's rated M for Mature or R for Restricted. My, my, a fourteen year old girl writing stuff that sixteen-year-olds are supposed to read. Wow.