Hello all you lovely people. TrueDreamer here. I just wanted to let you know that sometime in the next month or so, I will be taking One More Chance off Booksie for the purpose of editing it. It will most likely be re-posted on my account on Wattpad (http://www.wattpad.com/user/MysteriousRenegade) sometime in the future, but after summer ends, it will never again be on Booksie. Ever. Also, I would like to say that the version I will be posting on Wattpad will be completely different. When I wrote this version of One More Chance, I wrote it through a certain lense that I no longer think is right or justified in any sense of the word. I feel (and this does not in any way have to effect your reading of the book) as though this version of One More Chance is extremely plastic and one-dimensional, and I am forever striving to improve upon myself and my works. What I am saying is that there are multiple sides to every story. With my previous worldview, I told but one side. And that is not life. Life is complicated and difficult and messy, but at the same time it is beautiful and mesmerizing and remarkable in every way possible. To quote John Green, life resists simplicity. Resisting simplicity is not something my novel does. But I wish so badly that it would. And so I am re-writing it. If you would like to read One More Chance (or my other works), I say again, you can go to my Wattpad page. And to anyone who I am disappointing with this move, I am deeply sorry. Truly, I am. The experience you got out of this version of One More Chance was remarkable, in that you experienced it. My novice novel left my mind and entered yours, and that, even in itself, is a miracle. Your experience was undeniably human, and in this vast universe where humanity comes so far and few, your human experience should not be taken lightly. So, if you liked this version of One More Chance and hate me deeply for taking it down, here's what I recommend: click that button in the corner that asks if you wish to make this into an e-book. Go ahead. Do it. In doing so, you are free to experience this story time and time again, independent of my experience or other people's experiences of anything else. But please, when I do re-post this on Wattpad, I hope that you do read it. Through their writing, it is said that an author revelas more about themselves than they intend, and through reading my new version of One More Chance, I hope that we will meet again, and be able to get to know each other not as the people we were, but as the people we have become. Thank you so much for supporting me and this novel. It is truly remarkable, and I do not take it for granted.
~ TrueDreamer
“I love you,” David murmurs into Tess’s golden locks before kissing her again. And again. And again.
Oh, barf.
I clear my throat, trying and failing to get some sort of response from the happy lovers. Well, not really lovers. I’d be plenty happy if just David had the good sense to look ashamed.
I glance at my watch.
Class starts in a minute.
I look back at them. David’s giving Tess a hickey.
Can this get any more disgusting?
I smile. It would probably be considerably less disgusting to me if I were in Tess’s place. David placing burning kisses up and down my throat. David whispering I love you into my brown hair. David covering my mouth with his….
I clear my throat again, to get the damning image out of my head. He could never see me that way. I’m just Jordan, the girl who’s been best friends with him since grade school.
And I could never compete with Tess.
I clear my throat one last time, holding up my wrist when David looks over at me, clearly annoyed.
“Class in one minute.”
David heaves a heavy sigh and looks back down at Tess.
“See you after class?” he asks hopefully
Tess flips her hair dismissively before answering him.
“Sorry,” she says emotionlessly. “Cheerleading practice.”
“Oh,” David says, obviously disappointed. My heart goes out to him, but I can tell that Tess doesn’t care.
The bell rings and Tess stands up on tiptoe to kiss David on the cheek.
“Bye hon!” she says as she walks away.
David stares as she struts to her next class, a glazed expression coming over him. I roll my eyes, but then look over at Tess to. In the nine years we’ve been friends, he’s never looked at me with a gaze even close to the one he’s giving Tess. What has she got that I haven’t?
I shake my head, chasing those thoughts away. I slap a forced smile on my face and then playfully smack the back of David’s head, saying, “hey lover boy, mind getting your head out of your girlfriend’s ass?”
David looks over at me, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Jealous, Jordan?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’m real jealous of all her head lice. I’d be careful if I were you,” I retort. “Come on,” I say. “Class waits.”
David rolls his eyes at me and chuckles before walking beside me to seventh period AP language arts.
“I don’t understand why our relationship bothers you so much, Jordie, if not for jealousy.”
“The same way I don’t understand why you two have to make out every five seconds,” I reply curtly with a sideways glance in his direction.
David chuckles.
“Actually, it’s every six minutes,” he replies.
I smile. David’s the only person who has the power to make me smile. I think for a moment before admitting that Seth had that ability as well.
The tardy bell rings.
I sigh.
Late again.
I put on a smile before saying, “You know, waiting around for you two to finish is really starting to be good for me. My grades are easier to maintain now that they’ve plummeted, and my IQ has to have dropped at least ten points. It makes it a lot easier to carry around this brain of mine. There’s a whole lot less pressure…”
David laughs as we reach room D104. Mrs. Langley looks over at us, a scowl on her face.
“Well, I’m glad you’ve finally decided to join us. Would you mind telling me what is so great about being late to my class?”
“Nothing, Mrs. Langley,” David and I say simultaneously as we hurry in to take our seats. David looks over at me and winks as we begin to take our note. I smile to myself as I look down at my paper, wishing desperately that the gesture could mean something a little bit more.
* * * * * * *
I drop my backpack to my bedroom floor, flopping down onto my bed. I pull out my phone, thinking to call David, but then I remember that Tess has cheerleading practice today. David will be too busy watching Tess prance around in that skimpy outfit of hers to even hear his cell phone ringtone, even though it’s his favorite song, Big City Dreams by Nevershoutnever! He never hears anything when he’s watching Tess.
I sigh and turn on the radio, just for something to do. You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift comes blasting out. I scowl at the irony before turning off the radio and crossing the room to my laptop. I open it up, and internet explorer comes up, with Pandora as my homepage. I smile and click on “Music Tess Hates Playlist” and crank it up full volume. The first some on the list is A Bad Dream by Keane. I love this song. I smile and think how when Tess goes home, she’ll probably listen to Jason Mraz and Kelly Clarkson on her iPod. I close my eyes and sink down onto my bed, letting the music absorb me, letting go of all my troubles, all my worries, all my fears.
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t think of David at all.
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