Summer: Miley Cyrus
Leslie: Selena Gomez
Laura: Demi Lovato
Alex: Joe Jonas
Jason: Taylor Lautner
Guy Summer meets: Nick Jonas
Leslie: Selena Gomez
Laura: Demi Lovato
Alex: Joe Jonas
Jason: Taylor Lautner
Guy Summer meets: Nick Jonas
Chapter One: Summer
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick... The clock strikes two in the morning and I'm still laying wide awake. All I do is toss and turn trying to forget about it, but the memories that haunt me are never silenced. wide awake in bed waiting for the sun to rise you ended up where you are and being weak Everyday you can find distractions, but they can only work for so long. Then you're alone again and all you have is the voice in your head replaying the same things over and over again. You begin to question yourself: How did I end up like this? How did I let my life spiral this far out of control? But then even more memories of how you fucked up your life big time come back to you and make you feel even worse. Yes, you can blame other people for your actions. Yes, you can think that if you never listened to that person your life would be perfect, but at the end of the day when you're laying again; silently loathing yourself, you know it's your fault for giving in to the temptation. Being a follower is how you've landed yourself in a life that will lead you no where but down because you didn't have enough strength to quit while you still had the chance. Yes, this is the answer. This is how I've royally screwed up my life. Now I'm paying the consequences.
Eventually she lets sleep take her over. For the next three hours she can forget everything... until the next morning.
The alarm clock goes off with a loud, annoying ring. She turned over on her stomach burying her head under a pillow and groans. She finally reaches over and slams the top of the clock causing it to fall to the floor, but at least the alarm had stopped. After a long sigh, she turned onto her side and removed the pillow from her eyes only to be blinded by the light. She squints into the sunlight filtering through her window and reluctantly stumbles out of bed. She walks into the bathroom and peers into the mirror to observe the damage from last nights party. Her hair was a rats nest, mascara and eyeliner were smudged under her bloodshot (due to being high the night before) eyes. She also had heavy bags under them from sleep deprivation and her complexion was pale and clammy.
"I look like a living nightmare," she mumbled to herself.
Her head was throbbing as she hooped into a nice, hot shower. She was sure to condition her hair extra well to remove the knots and scrubbed under her eyes with her face wash. Once she finished her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, wiped some of the steam off the the mirror, and observed herself. She looked better, but the bags under her eyes just wouldn't do. She took a brush and tore through her hair with ease now that it was smooth and clean again. She then finished drying off and went to her room to rummage through her closet for something to wear. She settled on a bright yellow blouse and faded blue skinny jeans hoping the bright colors would help her look more alive. Now that she was dressed, she took and blow dryer and curling iron to her hair and got to work. She took a cute clip and pinned her bangs back into a poof and proceeded with her make-up. She used some of her moms creams under her eyes which reduced the puffyness and did her make-up very naturally. She took another look in the mirro pleased with her appearance and slid on a few braceletes and neclaces. Now she grabbed her bag, swiped her cell phone off the table, and picked up her keys all on her way out the door. She jumped into her shiny, new, black Lexus and drove off. There was no need to pick up Leslie this morning, she received a text from her this morning saying that she was getting a ride with Alex.
Eventually she lets sleep take her over. For the next three hours she can forget everything... until the next morning.
The alarm clock goes off with a loud, annoying ring. She turned over on her stomach burying her head under a pillow and groans. She finally reaches over and slams the top of the clock causing it to fall to the floor, but at least the alarm had stopped. After a long sigh, she turned onto her side and removed the pillow from her eyes only to be blinded by the light. She squints into the sunlight filtering through her window and reluctantly stumbles out of bed. She walks into the bathroom and peers into the mirror to observe the damage from last nights party. Her hair was a rats nest, mascara and eyeliner were smudged under her bloodshot (due to being high the night before) eyes. She also had heavy bags under them from sleep deprivation and her complexion was pale and clammy.
"I look like a living nightmare," she mumbled to herself.
Her head was throbbing as she hooped into a nice, hot shower. She was sure to condition her hair extra well to remove the knots and scrubbed under her eyes with her face wash. Once she finished her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, wiped some of the steam off the the mirror, and observed herself. She looked better, but the bags under her eyes just wouldn't do. She took a brush and tore through her hair with ease now that it was smooth and clean again. She then finished drying off and went to her room to rummage through her closet for something to wear. She settled on a bright yellow blouse and faded blue skinny jeans hoping the bright colors would help her look more alive. Now that she was dressed, she took and blow dryer and curling iron to her hair and got to work. She took a cute clip and pinned her bangs back into a poof and proceeded with her make-up. She used some of her moms creams under her eyes which reduced the puffyness and did her make-up very naturally. She took another look in the mirro pleased with her appearance and slid on a few braceletes and neclaces. Now she grabbed her bag, swiped her cell phone off the table, and picked up her keys all on her way out the door. She jumped into her shiny, new, black Lexus and drove off. There was no need to pick up Leslie this morning, she received a text from her this morning saying that she was getting a ride with Alex.
Chapter Two: Leslie
She woke up to the sight of her shirtless boyfriend, Alex, hovering over her trying to wake her up.
"Finally!" he says, "I've been trying to get you up for the past ten minutes. Now come one, get your butt up, it's time for school."
She sits up holding the sheets over her topless-self recalling last nights party at her house. It all slowly comes back to her; the music, the dancing, the guests, and most of all, what she and Alex did. She rubs her eyes as Alex goes back into the bathroom to finish his hair then she gets up and pulls a robe on. She patiently wated for Alex to finish his shower before she hopped into the shower and got ready. Today would be a long day, she knew it. She let the hot water ease her tense muscles and relax her edgy nerves. She was still exaughsted and knew the feeling wouldn't go away anytime soon. What a wonderful way to start Junior year? Tired and hung over. When she finished her shower, she dried off and put her robe back on. The bathroom now smelt of sweet srtawberries and cream, the scent was calming to her. She combed through her thick, black hair and began to blow-dry it. She then tool the straightener and flettened her waves into glossy, pin-straight strands. She appraised her hair and applied her make-up. She didn't bother to do much with it today, just some eyeliner and mascara. When she'd completed that, she found her favorite pair of black skinnies and paired it with a cut T-shirt. A few simples accessories and she was good to go.
Alex turned to her while pulling his car keys out of his back pocket. "You ready to go?" He asked.
"Yup!" she lied.
He grabbed her hand and led her out to his dark blue convertable where he opened the door for her and gestured for her to get in.
She beamed a smile at him, "Thank you," she said while sliding into the black, leather seat.
He shut the door and got into the drivers seat. "It's almost our last year of school, no more waking up early, no more homework, no more annoying teachers," he sighed and stared at Leslie, "Les, this is it, almost our final year of school. Then we're free. We can party whenever we want, do whatever we want."
Something about partying didn't settle right in her stomach. She didn't want to be a party girl anymore. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were before high school started, but she knows that things will never be the same.
Alex ignited the egnition and began to drive. John F. Kennedy High School here they come.
"Finally!" he says, "I've been trying to get you up for the past ten minutes. Now come one, get your butt up, it's time for school."
She sits up holding the sheets over her topless-self recalling last nights party at her house. It all slowly comes back to her; the music, the dancing, the guests, and most of all, what she and Alex did. She rubs her eyes as Alex goes back into the bathroom to finish his hair then she gets up and pulls a robe on. She patiently wated for Alex to finish his shower before she hopped into the shower and got ready. Today would be a long day, she knew it. She let the hot water ease her tense muscles and relax her edgy nerves. She was still exaughsted and knew the feeling wouldn't go away anytime soon. What a wonderful way to start Junior year? Tired and hung over. When she finished her shower, she dried off and put her robe back on. The bathroom now smelt of sweet srtawberries and cream, the scent was calming to her. She combed through her thick, black hair and began to blow-dry it. She then tool the straightener and flettened her waves into glossy, pin-straight strands. She appraised her hair and applied her make-up. She didn't bother to do much with it today, just some eyeliner and mascara. When she'd completed that, she found her favorite pair of black skinnies and paired it with a cut T-shirt. A few simples accessories and she was good to go.
Alex turned to her while pulling his car keys out of his back pocket. "You ready to go?" He asked.
"Yup!" she lied.
He grabbed her hand and led her out to his dark blue convertable where he opened the door for her and gestured for her to get in.
She beamed a smile at him, "Thank you," she said while sliding into the black, leather seat.
He shut the door and got into the drivers seat. "It's almost our last year of school, no more waking up early, no more homework, no more annoying teachers," he sighed and stared at Leslie, "Les, this is it, almost our final year of school. Then we're free. We can party whenever we want, do whatever we want."
Something about partying didn't settle right in her stomach. She didn't want to be a party girl anymore. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were before high school started, but she knows that things will never be the same.
Alex ignited the egnition and began to drive. John F. Kennedy High School here they come.
Chapter Three: Summer
She got out of the car and locked the door.
"Summer!" A distant voice cried out.
She turned to see who was calling her and immeadiatley recognized Laura.
"Hey Laur! Get your ass over here!"
Laura strode over. "Hey girlie. Di ya' have fun at the party last night?"
"Totally," she knew it was a lie, but she can't just tell her friends that she didn't have fun. They'd think she was being anti-social. Telling them she didn't have fun would be committing social suicide, something she definitely wasn't ready for yet.
"It's just a shame that..." she bagan, her voice trailing off"
Summer looked at her friend questioningly, "it's a shame that what?"
"Nothing," Laura replied dismissively.
She decided not to push it further, a little afraid of what the answer might be. No.... she thought, I'm thinking the worst, I'm being paranoid.
"Oh," is all she could come up with.
They walked into the school in silence, which was okay with Summer. Small talk annoyed her.
"Summer!" A distant voice cried out.
She turned to see who was calling her and immeadiatley recognized Laura.
"Hey Laur! Get your ass over here!"
Laura strode over. "Hey girlie. Di ya' have fun at the party last night?"
"Totally," she knew it was a lie, but she can't just tell her friends that she didn't have fun. They'd think she was being anti-social. Telling them she didn't have fun would be committing social suicide, something she definitely wasn't ready for yet.
"It's just a shame that..." she bagan, her voice trailing off"
Summer looked at her friend questioningly, "it's a shame that what?"
"Nothing," Laura replied dismissively.
She decided not to push it further, a little afraid of what the answer might be. No.... she thought, I'm thinking the worst, I'm being paranoid.
"Oh," is all she could come up with.
They walked into the school in silence, which was okay with Summer. Small talk annoyed her.
Chapter Four: Leslie
She pulled out her schedual - examining her classes and room numbers in an attempt to memorise them. She approached her locker and began turning the dial to the numbers printed on the paper. 21... 40... Just as she was about to put in the last number, someone slams into her causing her to not only turn the dial way to far, but also slamming her face into the locker door.
"OW! Ehat the hell!?" She rubs her jaw and begins to turn around, "Why don't you watch where the fuck you're-," she looks at the boy who turned around looking pissed. He was in baggy jeans, a T-shirt, and had a white bandana hanging from his back pocket. Her eyes widen in fear. Oh shit! she thinks to herself.
His lips are drawn in a tight line and his dark brown eyes are intense. He stares Leslie down.
"Oh. My. God! I am so, so, so, so, soooooo sorry!" she exclaimed with a pleading look, not caring how pathetic and whimpy she seemed. This was one of the most dangerous gys in school. Jason Avilia: Tall, intimidating, strong, and a gang-banger. Thanks but not thanks. She may not be to happy with her life, but she certainly didn't have a death wish.
He scans Leslie's body, going down then right back up to her eyes. She knew he was chacking her out, it was nothing new to her. Her reputation spoke for itself. Guys didn't respect her. But she still wasn't expecting him of all people to do it, and so blatantly, too! Most guys do it from a distance, not right up in her face with a crowd of curious students watching and waiting for something to happen. She could feel her cheeks burning, she was blushing.
Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence to her, he spoke.
"You should be," he soud in a loud, intimidating voice that screamed 'I-Am-The-Man' while getting up in her face.
Her heart was pounding furiously now. What's that prayer you're supposed to say right before you know you're going to die? "Okay," was all she could manage in a small voice, her cowardlyness completely evident.
He sneered at her, "taht's what I thought!" He backed up returning to a relaxed position. "Don't let it happen again, si?"
She nods quickly, holding her breath all the while.
He puts on a cocky grin, "Good." He leaves with his gang friends in tow.
She closes her eyes and slowly exhales. She leans her head back up against the locker that she was pinned up against like she was the prey and he was the predator about to attack as the crowd disperses. Quickly, she goes into her locker, throws two of her three binders in, holding onto the one she needs for the next two periods, and rushes to her class hoping to not have another encounter with Jason and his crew.
"OW! Ehat the hell!?" She rubs her jaw and begins to turn around, "Why don't you watch where the fuck you're-," she looks at the boy who turned around looking pissed. He was in baggy jeans, a T-shirt, and had a white bandana hanging from his back pocket. Her eyes widen in fear. Oh shit! she thinks to herself.
His lips are drawn in a tight line and his dark brown eyes are intense. He stares Leslie down.
"Oh. My. God! I am so, so, so, so, soooooo sorry!" she exclaimed with a pleading look, not caring how pathetic and whimpy she seemed. This was one of the most dangerous gys in school. Jason Avilia: Tall, intimidating, strong, and a gang-banger. Thanks but not thanks. She may not be to happy with her life, but she certainly didn't have a death wish.
He scans Leslie's body, going down then right back up to her eyes. She knew he was chacking her out, it was nothing new to her. Her reputation spoke for itself. Guys didn't respect her. But she still wasn't expecting him of all people to do it, and so blatantly, too! Most guys do it from a distance, not right up in her face with a crowd of curious students watching and waiting for something to happen. She could feel her cheeks burning, she was blushing.
Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence to her, he spoke.
"You should be," he soud in a loud, intimidating voice that screamed 'I-Am-The-Man' while getting up in her face.
Her heart was pounding furiously now. What's that prayer you're supposed to say right before you know you're going to die? "Okay," was all she could manage in a small voice, her cowardlyness completely evident.
He sneered at her, "taht's what I thought!" He backed up returning to a relaxed position. "Don't let it happen again, si?"
She nods quickly, holding her breath all the while.
He puts on a cocky grin, "Good." He leaves with his gang friends in tow.
She closes her eyes and slowly exhales. She leans her head back up against the locker that she was pinned up against like she was the prey and he was the predator about to attack as the crowd disperses. Quickly, she goes into her locker, throws two of her three binders in, holding onto the one she needs for the next two periods, and rushes to her class hoping to not have another encounter with Jason and his crew.
Chapter Five: Summer
She wove her way through the crowd of students, many of the saying hi or gawking at her, others were giving her dirty looks, clearly the jealous ones even though she didn't feel there was much to be jealous of.
"Finally," she says to herself. She spent the past five minutes searching for her locker, you would think after going to the school for thee years she would know her way around. She tried her combo. 18... 34...7... She pulled the handle but nothing happened. it wouldn't open. She furrows her eyebrows and tries again, but it still wouldn't open.
She kicked the locker in frustration. Third time's the charm, she thought. She began once more only to be interrupted when someone taps her on the shoulder. "What!?" she yells in an impatient tone only to regret it a few seconds later. Standing before her was a tall boy with curly brown hair and dark chocolate colored eyes. He was gorgeous. She felt like smacking herself on the forehead when he put both his hands up in the air in a surprised 'chill out' type of way as he took a step back obviously disgusted by her rudness.
She sighed. "Sorry," she apologized, changing her tone to a more pleasant one, "Can I help you?"
He rubs the back of his neck. "Uhh... yeah. That's my locker," he said, pointing to the locker Summer had just spent a good five minutes trying to open.
"No it's not."
"Yeah it is," he stated. Then he pulled out his schedule and showed her the locker number printed across the top of the sheet. 873.
She looked up at the number plate attached to the top of the locke only to see 873 carved into the silver plate.
"Oh," she replied feeling like a moron.
He grabbed her schedule and looked at the number. "Your locker's right here," he said pointng to locker 872 which was to the left of his.
She nodded slowly while biting her lip, silently scolding herself for being so dumb. "Sorry."
He just nodded, put some books in his locker and left without another word.
She stared after him, watching him go. Who's he? She wondered. She wasn't sure, but she was determined to find out.
"Finally," she says to herself. She spent the past five minutes searching for her locker, you would think after going to the school for thee years she would know her way around. She tried her combo. 18... 34...7... She pulled the handle but nothing happened. it wouldn't open. She furrows her eyebrows and tries again, but it still wouldn't open.
She kicked the locker in frustration. Third time's the charm, she thought. She began once more only to be interrupted when someone taps her on the shoulder. "What!?" she yells in an impatient tone only to regret it a few seconds later. Standing before her was a tall boy with curly brown hair and dark chocolate colored eyes. He was gorgeous. She felt like smacking herself on the forehead when he put both his hands up in the air in a surprised 'chill out' type of way as he took a step back obviously disgusted by her rudness.
She sighed. "Sorry," she apologized, changing her tone to a more pleasant one, "Can I help you?"
He rubs the back of his neck. "Uhh... yeah. That's my locker," he said, pointing to the locker Summer had just spent a good five minutes trying to open.
"No it's not."
"Yeah it is," he stated. Then he pulled out his schedule and showed her the locker number printed across the top of the sheet. 873.
She looked up at the number plate attached to the top of the locke only to see 873 carved into the silver plate.
"Oh," she replied feeling like a moron.
He grabbed her schedule and looked at the number. "Your locker's right here," he said pointng to locker 872 which was to the left of his.
She nodded slowly while biting her lip, silently scolding herself for being so dumb. "Sorry."
He just nodded, put some books in his locker and left without another word.
She stared after him, watching him go. Who's he? She wondered. She wasn't sure, but she was determined to find out.
Chapter Six: Leslie
The day progressed and it's now two minutes before period seven starts. She was sad to find out that most of her really close friends didn't share her schedule. Nut of course, being popular means that pretty much everyone is your friend.In literally every class she had, people fought over who got to sit next to her or be her partner. She hadn't seen Alex since they got to school, he had a different period lunch and everything. Summer was the only one who shared lunch with her, and as always, people fought over who could fill in the empty seats. On the bright side, Jason and his friends hadn't yet had one class with her for which she was thankful for. They were in her lunch, but that didn't matter much because they sat all the way across the cafeteria. Leslie also wasn't surprised that none of them were in her actual classes, they were all probably in skills. Sure, she wasn't advanced placement in all of her classes, just chemistry, but she was a solid B student. She was highly relieved of this thought into she walked into her chemistry class.
Assigned seats, of course. As each student came into class, the teacher told them where they'd sit for the rest of the year. Whoever they sat next to became their partner. Leslie was sitting at her lab table copying the homework when she heard a loud thud on the desk. Whoever was sitting next to her didn't seem to be to happy at the moment and slammed their books on the table. Starltled, she looked up only to see her worst nightmare standing right next to her. NO! She thought, This can't be right!
The stool screeched as the boy pulled it out and now sitting right next to her was Jason Avilia looking pissed as ever.
All the fear from earlier this morning flooded back to her. It couldn't be right, could it? This is an honors class, is he really and 'honors' student? But the teacher assigned him this seat, mext to me, she fretted. This is so wrong, there was probably a mistake in the schedule or attendance.
But there he was, sitting not even two feet away from her with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed. She couldn't help but stare, frozen in fear and nervousness.
He noticed her staring and tried to ignore it but it really irritated him so he swiftly turned to her. "What!?"
"Nothing," she replied scared.
"Then why don't you try not staring at me!"
"'Kay," she retorted then she twisted the other way as fast as she could.
He gives her a look. "What's your problem, chica? You think I'm really gonna hurt you, huh?
She doesn't reply.
He chickled and turned back toward the board.
After the bell rang, the teacher walked uo to the front of the roo to adress the class.
She clapped her hands together. "Okay students, my name is Mrs. Carson and I will be your chemisrty teacher this year. Now, as an honors class, I expect the utmost best behvior and highest grade from you guys. As most of you already know, the person sitting next to you will be your partner for the rest of the year where the two of you will work on classwork, study for tests, and complete projects with. Under absolutley under absolutley not cicumstances will I change seats or partners, sorry to break that to you guys. You are all 16 or 17 years old. by now you should be able to handle playing nice and getting along with one-another regardless of whether you like them or not. Now, today we're really not going to do much, and since there's still about 40 minutes left of class, I'd like you to spend this time getting to know your partner, easy enough?"
Most of the student groan or sight while other give answers such as 'sure' and 'whatever'.
Leslie sinks in her seat. She was already terrified of the guy, now she had to hang out with him after school and have a civilized conversation with him? Just the thought made her stomach churn.
"So partner," Jason said turning to her; resting his heard on his hand with his elbow set on the table, "What's your name?"
He was bullying her. He knew she was was terrified of him, he was trying to torture her.
She tried to maintain her voice in a calm way, "Leslie."
"Jason. So you want to tell me why you're scared shitless of me?" he asked, clearly amused.
"I'm not," she lied.
"Bull. Sorry, but you're a terrible liar. What, you afraid I'll shoot you?"
"No," she lied again.
He laughed and returned to his former position with his arms folded across his chest.
Leslie couldn't say anything, she wasn't used to this sort of thing. She was accustomed to peple being intimidated by her, not the other way around. She was popular and well liked... except by gang members. Around here was Freemont 5's territory. The town is tagged in red and black - the gangs colors. The members pretty much hated everyone who was in their gang so this could prove to be a real challenge for her.
Time seemed to move by slowly for her, she was anxious for the bell ending the period to ring. Jason was seemingly oblivious, just sitting there doing nothing.
When the bell finally rang, Leslie bolted from her seat. Freedom. She texted Summer to meet her in the girls room in the second hallway on the first floor and off she went.
BTW, guys, please comment! IDC if it's on here on on youtube but I DO still need to see comments! You have no clue how hard I worked on this the first time, then I had to re-upload it THREE times last night only for it to get cut everytime (and this was at 3:30 AM) Then when I woke up again this morning I re-edited it, uploaded it to youtube once more and it still got cut. Unfortunately, I can't just copy and parte it here into my bloge so I had to RE-TPY THE ENTIRE THING! This has taken hours and my fingers nad wists are so sore and stiff now. Please comment!
Assigned seats, of course. As each student came into class, the teacher told them where they'd sit for the rest of the year. Whoever they sat next to became their partner. Leslie was sitting at her lab table copying the homework when she heard a loud thud on the desk. Whoever was sitting next to her didn't seem to be to happy at the moment and slammed their books on the table. Starltled, she looked up only to see her worst nightmare standing right next to her. NO! She thought, This can't be right!
The stool screeched as the boy pulled it out and now sitting right next to her was Jason Avilia looking pissed as ever.
All the fear from earlier this morning flooded back to her. It couldn't be right, could it? This is an honors class, is he really and 'honors' student? But the teacher assigned him this seat, mext to me, she fretted. This is so wrong, there was probably a mistake in the schedule or attendance.
But there he was, sitting not even two feet away from her with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed. She couldn't help but stare, frozen in fear and nervousness.
He noticed her staring and tried to ignore it but it really irritated him so he swiftly turned to her. "What!?"
"Nothing," she replied scared.
"Then why don't you try not staring at me!"
"'Kay," she retorted then she twisted the other way as fast as she could.
He gives her a look. "What's your problem, chica? You think I'm really gonna hurt you, huh?
She doesn't reply.
He chickled and turned back toward the board.
After the bell rang, the teacher walked uo to the front of the roo to adress the class.
She clapped her hands together. "Okay students, my name is Mrs. Carson and I will be your chemisrty teacher this year. Now, as an honors class, I expect the utmost best behvior and highest grade from you guys. As most of you already know, the person sitting next to you will be your partner for the rest of the year where the two of you will work on classwork, study for tests, and complete projects with. Under absolutley under absolutley not cicumstances will I change seats or partners, sorry to break that to you guys. You are all 16 or 17 years old. by now you should be able to handle playing nice and getting along with one-another regardless of whether you like them or not. Now, today we're really not going to do much, and since there's still about 40 minutes left of class, I'd like you to spend this time getting to know your partner, easy enough?"
Most of the student groan or sight while other give answers such as 'sure' and 'whatever'.
Leslie sinks in her seat. She was already terrified of the guy, now she had to hang out with him after school and have a civilized conversation with him? Just the thought made her stomach churn.
"So partner," Jason said turning to her; resting his heard on his hand with his elbow set on the table, "What's your name?"
He was bullying her. He knew she was was terrified of him, he was trying to torture her.
She tried to maintain her voice in a calm way, "Leslie."
"Jason. So you want to tell me why you're scared shitless of me?" he asked, clearly amused.
"I'm not," she lied.
"Bull. Sorry, but you're a terrible liar. What, you afraid I'll shoot you?"
"No," she lied again.
He laughed and returned to his former position with his arms folded across his chest.
Leslie couldn't say anything, she wasn't used to this sort of thing. She was accustomed to peple being intimidated by her, not the other way around. She was popular and well liked... except by gang members. Around here was Freemont 5's territory. The town is tagged in red and black - the gangs colors. The members pretty much hated everyone who was in their gang so this could prove to be a real challenge for her.
Time seemed to move by slowly for her, she was anxious for the bell ending the period to ring. Jason was seemingly oblivious, just sitting there doing nothing.
When the bell finally rang, Leslie bolted from her seat. Freedom. She texted Summer to meet her in the girls room in the second hallway on the first floor and off she went.
BTW, guys, please comment! IDC if it's on here on on youtube but I DO still need to see comments! You have no clue how hard I worked on this the first time, then I had to re-upload it THREE times last night only for it to get cut everytime (and this was at 3:30 AM) Then when I woke up again this morning I re-edited it, uploaded it to youtube once more and it still got cut. Unfortunately, I can't just copy and parte it here into my bloge so I had to RE-TPY THE ENTIRE THING! This has taken hours and my fingers nad wists are so sore and stiff now. Please comment!
