street to my driveway. There was no looking back when I heard the car start and screech away.
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When Christian did his morning run, I usually preoccupied myself by sleeping in, eating pancakes with slabs of butter and cups of syrup, and hitching a ride to Target or somewhere equally as fun with my mom. I got $10 allowance each week and in spite of using a considerable amount of this for pimping beer, I still had money to spend. Today I felt like using some of it.
While my mother hit the laundry detergent and toilet paper aisles, I wandered around Electronics, eyes peeled for DVD bargains. If I found nothing, I’d probably just get an iTunes card and call it a day. I was looking at the back of a DVD when I heard a familiar voice two rows down in the CD section, so I peeked under it and saw two heads. The redhead was obvious.
“I just gave him a hard time. He’s been hanging around her too much and it’s fucking with everything,” said Hillman.
“You didn’t use the threat, did you?”
“Oh, you bet I did. He knows now to think twice about who he dates, that’s for sure.” Hillman was studying the back of a CD, looking smug about whatever the threat was.
“If I had something like that hanging over my head, I’d stay away from her, no problem.”
Threat? My gut told me they were talking about Christian… and me. Why would they have anything against me? Especially Hillman. He was always hanging around us, joking and being a buddy, unless I was alone with him. Then it was different, as if he was taking stock of all that I had to offer. It was becoming obvious that he liked me, but in a sick and twisted way. The fact that he was willing to threaten his best friend to get rid of the competition spoke volumes about his true character.
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When I wasn’t with Christian, I was hanging with Allison and the girls. I also still made time for Jenna. She was there for me thick and thin. A true friend tells you there’s a booger hanging out of your nostril and then hands you a tissue. She tells you that your tampon is leaking and then ties her sweater around your waist as you make your way to the bathroom. And she definitely tells you when she thinks you’re getting the short end of the stick. That was Jenna, and I wanted to include her in my new social group.
I thought it would be great to get us all together, but it became an Us-Versus-Them showdown that started with someone making a remark about seating arrangements and ending with us being thrown out of a restaurant.
I was sitting at the corner of the table, and Jenna wanted to sit next to me. So did Allison. Like two lions fighting over a piece of meat, Jenna and Allison went at it.
“Um, I was going to sit there,” huffed Allison, who stood over Jenna with a bowl of salad, a fork stabbed into a cherry tomato on top.
“Too bad. I’m already here,” said Jenna, ignoring the girl holding salad with lots of oily dressing right over her head.
“I don’t think you understand,” said Allison, stirring the salad with the fork. “I want to sit there.”
“Oh, I get it, but I’ve been sitting next to Beck since third grade, and I’m not about to stop now for a snotty bitch.”
The bowl of salad was now on Jenna’s head, dripping radishes and green onions down her tendrils and into her shirt. The fork was hanging upside down from her bangs.
Jenna stood up, ripped the bowl off her head and threw it at Allison. She ducked and the bowl hit the wall and broke into a million shards. The other people in the restaurant didn’t know whether to run or watch. The manager escorted us out of the place, with Jenna threatening to slash Allison’s tires if she ever got close to her again. Always bold, always strong, Jenna was especially so with salad dressing and utensils in her hair.
So, when I kept hanging out with Allison, Jenna was all over it.
“She’s using you. I know it. Nobody is honest who looks and acts like that, and thinks she’s all that
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When Christian did his morning run, I usually preoccupied myself by sleeping in, eating pancakes with slabs of butter and cups of syrup, and hitching a ride to Target or somewhere equally as fun with my mom. I got $10 allowance each week and in spite of using a considerable amount of this for pimping beer, I still had money to spend. Today I felt like using some of it.
While my mother hit the laundry detergent and toilet paper aisles, I wandered around Electronics, eyes peeled for DVD bargains. If I found nothing, I’d probably just get an iTunes card and call it a day. I was looking at the back of a DVD when I heard a familiar voice two rows down in the CD section, so I peeked under it and saw two heads. The redhead was obvious.
“I just gave him a hard time. He’s been hanging around her too much and it’s fucking with everything,” said Hillman.
“You didn’t use the threat, did you?”
“Oh, you bet I did. He knows now to think twice about who he dates, that’s for sure.” Hillman was studying the back of a CD, looking smug about whatever the threat was.
“If I had something like that hanging over my head, I’d stay away from her, no problem.”
Threat? My gut told me they were talking about Christian… and me. Why would they have anything against me? Especially Hillman. He was always hanging around us, joking and being a buddy, unless I was alone with him. Then it was different, as if he was taking stock of all that I had to offer. It was becoming obvious that he liked me, but in a sick and twisted way. The fact that he was willing to threaten his best friend to get rid of the competition spoke volumes about his true character.
////
When I wasn’t with Christian, I was hanging with Allison and the girls. I also still made time for Jenna. She was there for me thick and thin. A true friend tells you there’s a booger hanging out of your nostril and then hands you a tissue. She tells you that your tampon is leaking and then ties her sweater around your waist as you make your way to the bathroom. And she definitely tells you when she thinks you’re getting the short end of the stick. That was Jenna, and I wanted to include her in my new social group.
I thought it would be great to get us all together, but it became an Us-Versus-Them showdown that started with someone making a remark about seating arrangements and ending with us being thrown out of a restaurant.
I was sitting at the corner of the table, and Jenna wanted to sit next to me. So did Allison. Like two lions fighting over a piece of meat, Jenna and Allison went at it.
“Um, I was going to sit there,” huffed Allison, who stood over Jenna with a bowl of salad, a fork stabbed into a cherry tomato on top.
“Too bad. I’m already here,” said Jenna, ignoring the girl holding salad with lots of oily dressing right over her head.
“I don’t think you understand,” said Allison, stirring the salad with the fork. “I want to sit there.”
“Oh, I get it, but I’ve been sitting next to Beck since third grade, and I’m not about to stop now for a snotty bitch.”
The bowl of salad was now on Jenna’s head, dripping radishes and green onions down her tendrils and into her shirt. The fork was hanging upside down from her bangs.
Jenna stood up, ripped the bowl off her head and threw it at Allison. She ducked and the bowl hit the wall and broke into a million shards. The other people in the restaurant didn’t know whether to run or watch. The manager escorted us out of the place, with Jenna threatening to slash Allison’s tires if she ever got close to her again. Always bold, always strong, Jenna was especially so with salad dressing and utensils in her hair.
So, when I kept hanging out with Allison, Jenna was all over it.
“She’s using you. I know it. Nobody is honest who looks and acts like that, and thinks she’s all that
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