It was loud outside. Jessie could hear the rambling of chatter from her fellow peers. She was sitting down on the steps waiting for first bell to sound. She was also waiting for her only friend, Trea Williams to hurry up and get to school. She could only sketch for so long before getting bored. She was obsessed in her drawings, but she always tried her best not to wear it out.
All of a sudden she saw Trea's old truck spin into an empty parking spot and Trea jump out. He headed toward her with his hair done back in moose, something she never really noticed. Jessie started to pick up her sketch books and pencils when he finally made his way to her. "Hey" Trea said, sleepily. "Hey Trea" Jessie said getting up. "Did you do your algebra 2 homework?"
"I was planning on doing that either first block or second."
"Do you want to copy off mine? Mrs. Smith is going to write you up next time you miss out on your homework assaignments."
"I imagine. Sure." she said and took the homework from his hand. She saw all the pencil markings that had left stains on the paper from the many times Trea had to go back and erase something because he screwed up.
"Is this an accuracy grade?" she asked
"More than likely."
"Ill just take my chances then."
"Like you know how to do any of that."
"From the looks of your screw up markings where you messed up and your jewl stains where you either fell alseep during the lesson or at home, I'm better off trying to wing it. But thanks."
"I doubt you will even do it. Your just going to skip class aren't you?"
"Not this time. The jainitor near 'bout caught me last time."
"I imagine." the bell sounded for students to get to first block.
"Later. I have to get to english" jessie said walking off.
"Bye!" Trea called back and went to history.
On her way to english Jessie saw Zoey Chancellor and Trina Lace walking down the hallway handing out pink pieces of paper. They saw jessie and just stuck their noses up in the air more. Must be a snob thing. Everyone had been talking about Trina's Super Seventeen the entire year now, and it's Febuary. She had a sweet sixteen that people said cost at least one million dollars. But Jessie would never know and neither would Trea since neither of therm were invited. They absolutely hated them just because they knew them. Which is of course not a reason at all. Jessie use to hang out with that type of crowd in the fifth grade, but ever since she realized how shady they really were, she could have cared less. She remembers it like it was just yesterday. She was in the sixth grade, still hanging out with that type of group. Clique. And there was a new girl that no body talked to, that everybody made fun of. Jessie felt bad for the girl and talked to the girl. Well turns out the girl was a total physco. She wouldn't leave Jessie alone and she went around and told everyone that Jessie and Miranda Cross were best of friends. Which they weren't, but you try telling that to Trina. Trina ditched Jessie and Jessie was stuck with Physco Miranda until the seventh grade when Miranda moved again. But Jessie didn't regret being nice to the weird girl. She appreciated it because at least she learned then Trina Lace and her pack are a bunch of leeches.
Thank gosh for Trea who came along in the eighth grade. She remembers just going up to him and talking to him. She wasnt that shy anymore since she had that one year of theatre that she hated last year. Trea and Jessie were best friends. She always thought that maybe Trea had the hots for her, but after 3 years she thinks he might have gotten over her if he even did like her. She wasn't in the least bit intersested in Trea Williams. Just friends. Jessie had Trina in math with Trea, so thank gosh for that, too. If Trina glares at them from across the room, then Trea can give her the "face" that he invented two years ago. It looks like a shriveled up old man, according to Trina, but Trea kindly informed her it was herself. But apologized that he couldn't land the pig nose or the ashy lips quite right. He always had manners toward girls.
Like that were true! Trea was the most unpoliet person she had ever met. No manners was the only rule he did live by. Not that it bothered Jessie any. Because it didnt, considering she was the same exact way. Not very manner-like. Not that that bothered Trea either. Everyone thinks they are an item, when they tell everyone that they are just friends. But if they were to date, that would be no surprise to anyone except them. They wouldn't make a very cute couple. Jessie with her dark brown hair she dyed to look like a dark burgundy red. Her very curvy, not very short, body. Her clear skin. Straight teeth. She didnt wear much much make up, just a natural amount. She was a very beautiful girl, which is maybe why Trina had always been jelous of her since the eighth grade when she started the thin out and turn into the beautiful girl she was. Trina without makeup would more than likely make you vomitt.
Trea was tall. Not muscely, very thin. Bad face acney, sorta tan, not the cutest guy alive, blonde hair. well, dirty blonde. Jessie would match up with someone who looked a little more like her. Brown hair, hazel eyes, tall, lean, clear face type of boy. No one knows about that Trea kid.
Jessie walked into her English class, nearly late, and took her seat. She sat in the very back so once the teacher forgot she was even alive she rested one head on her arm and fell asleep. She did this every day lately since they were just gettig civil right movment lectures in ENGLISH class, which was probably better suited for history, in the eighth grade. But they were to memorize Martin Luther King Jr.'s "I Have A Dream" speech and present next week. Which is where Google will come in just fine. She did her Algebra 2 home work that Jimmie helped her with the next block in history. Math drug by like a flash, since Jessie slept in that class too.
Jessie was always asleep. she could never get enough. She was addicted to it to be honest. She could never sleep at night though with her racing thoughts always ringing in her head. Normally about her mom leaving when she was two. It use to bother her a lot since her mom didn't want her. But she is over it now. She hates her mom, but she no longer cares. Or her dad dying in a car accident when she was eight. That bothered her a lot since she was so close to her dad. People always thought Tosh Royals was a little not right in his head, as people told Jessie, but she never listened. she loved her dad. But she loved her dad's sister, Chelsea, a lot also. Her aunt she is now living with since she sorta did become an orphan. She hates to think about anything that has to do with that. she tries focusing on her school work, but lord knows how boring that gets.
All in all, Jessie is okay with her life. Trea feels bad for her, Trina is jelous because she wants that pitiful home life to start telling people at school so they will feel bad for her so she can recieve extra attention, and Chelsea feels guilty for not being able to tell her niece the whole story. But her aunt kept that a secret for a reason. To protect Jessie for the truth. Let's just leave it at that.
Jessie's aunt was 26, very young. She has a boyfriend, but that's all she has. A boyfriend. They had been together for the past two years, and Johnny, her boyfriend, is not planning to purpose soon. Jessie is not exactly fond of Johnny, considering he hit her the first time she met him.
"Now, Jessie. Do me a little favor will you, please?" her aunt had asked two years ago when Jessie was only fourteen.
"Sure thing. What is it?" Jessie asked.
"You know my new boyfriend, Johnny?"
"No. But I've heard of him." she said and smiled.
"Well, he is coming over for dinner tonight, so you're going to meet him. Cool with you?"
"Cool." Jessie said and turned up the volume on her iPod.
"Can you take that out when m he gets here?"
"Sure thing." then the door bell rang. Jessie snatched the earphones out of her ears and turned the TV on in the living room, since that was where she was at for the time being.
"John, I would like you to meet my niece, Jessie. She is living with me since her dad passed away when she was younger." Johnny had straight black hair back then as he does now. Looks exactly the same as back then.
"Hi, Jessie. Nice to meet you." he said and extended a hand for her to shake.
"The feeling's mutual." Jessie saw a look from her aunt telling her to be nice. So Jessie put on a big fake smile and shook his hand.
"I see she has your humor, Chelsea." he said and smiled.
"Apperently, I have no humor then." she said and laughed.
"Charming." Jessie said and smirked. Chelsea went into the kitchen and worked on dinner, leaving Jessie and Johnny in there to talk.
"Your awfully gorgeus, Jessie." he complimented her.
"Thank you." she said as a reflex.
"I see you get that from you aunt." He put his hand on her knee. "I am so sorry about your dad." he said rubbing her knee. Jessie patted his hand as if to tell him to stop. When he didn't she moved her knee. He was creepy to Jessie. Strike one.
"It was a long time ago. No biggie. Thanks though."
"What happened to your mom?" "Left when I was two. It's cool. I live with my aunt now. She makes a better mom."
"Hmm." Hmm? Jessie aunt is the best, not a mere hmm. Strike two.
He placed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How old are you." Jessie was completely freaked out. Strike three, you are OUT!
"A Minor." She said and got up to answer the phone. Trea Williams calling about to get the laugh of his life about this joke of her aunt's boyfriend.
Jessie's aunt was too pretty for him. Brown, long, curly hair, brown, big eyes, tanned, beautiful complexion, laugh lines, too beatiful. John looked like he was fifty, even though they were the same age. Like the situation from Jersey Shore. Young, but old looking. Mike would make a much better boyfriend than Johnny. As long as he purposes after Jessie has left for college, she was okay with Johnny.
Which was going to be very hard to get into if she doesn't wake up in her math class! Oh gosh, here comes Mrs. Richy to wake her up now. Joy.