Jessica Danielle Parker: Casanova?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

The love of Danielle's life, Charlie Tyburn, seems to have been getting busy with a few others while ignoring her advances.

 

Him, him, him. He’s all I think about, and now. Now…I think he might like Jody,” I cried, suppressing sobs.

“Come on, Danni, you have no proof she likes him. You’ve asked, remember, and her answer was…?” Latoya trailed off, letting me finish the equation.

“No. but-,”

Exactly: no. as in, no way they would make a good couple. They’re friends, nothing more, Danni.”

“Something more than I am with him,” I grumbled unintelligibly. Latoya ignored the comment and decided to let me get it all off my chest. I guess it was obviously bothering me. A lot. “Well, before I liked him, Jody was going to detention and she beamed at him and I was like, ‘Who’s he?’ and she was like, ‘Charlie. He’s in my class.’ But I didn’t care who he was and kept on saying how she should go out with him and how good they would be together. Later, at Jazz class, she told me how he looked at her and smiled and how-before she could return the warm gesture-the teacher had told them off. Then, when I walked past his class to do my normal staring routine [please, don’t judge me! I’m not really a freak-just with all things concerning Charlie, I tend to be.] I thought he was looking at me, but I realized he was staring straight ahead. Weird. Then, at Jazz, Jodes informed me that her new desk position is facing him. But Delilah is inbetween them, so if she tilts her head, she’ll see him. But Delilah was absent and he was staring at her. Like in detention. Another time, I remember us deciding to use random boys in our class that we don’t like to practice flirting on and she was like, ‘I’ll use Charlie,’ and when I asked why, she said he was the only guy who didn’t make her gag with the view of his face. And when I asked her which of Charlie’s friends she thought was the hottest, she said Charlie himself. Or Derek, but mostly Charlie.”

I suddenly noticed Latoya looked uncomfortable.

“That can’t be true,” she mumbled the words, not looking up to my face.

An old memory filled with mistrust and doubt filled my mind.

I arrived at school late and immediately parked my bag at the wrong classroom-Jody’s. It was a good habit that enabled me to go back to her classroom after I’d been chased away by either her peers or teachers. When I arrived, Jody looked like she’d been about to tell Sally something, but stopped as soon as I arrived, and gave me a weird look. One of relief.

“So, I-,” that’s as much as I heard before she switched her direction of conversation. “Oh, hi, Danielle!” Danielle? What was this, a formal gathering? It’s not so much she called me “Danielle” (it was my name, after all) it’s the way she said it. Like I was a lifeline. Like riding a dolphin to shore, when you knew it was bringing you toward enemy’s land. Perhaps you should just drown, instead of enduring the torture they’ll put you through; then when you give, the torture you’ll put your country through, the danger…

She looked misplaced, somehow, and dithered a bit with her hands, then decided to look for Latoya. Charlie came and said hello with that smile o’ his, and Jody gave me an odd look, as if I had no rights, like I was a maggot, then treated Charlie to one that said he was an ant, and she was an anteater. I saw her and Latoya chatting, and noticed the latter get a look of complete surprise and concern, then glance in my direction. Later on, she looked like she was going to say something, but thought better of it, biting her tongue.

It was the line about the anteaters that really got my attention.

He was an ant, and she was an anteater.

That line scared me. Anteaters need ants to survive. They love eating ants, as if they’re really yummy. They go together like crackers and cheese.

It made sense.

What Latoya knew.

What Jody was trying to hide from me, from everyone.

What Jody and Charlie were trying to hide.

And as both of them. Together. A couple. It hit me. Everything made sense. Why Jody hated me being obsessed with Charlie. Why Charlie and Sahara broke up. Why Sahara was calm about the break-up. Why everyone said they saw the break-up approaching. “A doomed relationship,” Jody’d called it. The b****.

She was the reason it was doomed.

Everyone saw the blossoming couple on the horizon, everyone except me. When Latoya’s eyes found mine, they read the hurt and confusion. Understanding filled them.

“Sorry. I promised I wouldn’t tell…” she didn’t finish, trying to show how she wished she hadn’t been involved. “When she was trying to be your wing-girl, they hung out a lot more than usual. And when she was teaching him how to woo you, she was…wooed. I’m…sorry.”

Terrible word t’was: sorry. What difference did it make? Charlie still wasn’t mine, never had been. Again and again, other girls had stumped me. Some ex-girlfriend of Charlie’s i didn’t really know, Sahara and now my best friend, Jody. Jacob Black was right: life really was just a cruel joke, and now I couldn’t escape the punch line…

Shut up, Jason Beaver. I don’t want your two cents. Of course, he contributed too.

Let me tell you what you missin’:

Paradise

Yeah, gloat, why don’t you?

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

See, awful stuff. But now JB is flippin’ famous, and JB’s imprinted (read the book, fools. Gee, I’m starting to sound like Rachel! Since when do I call people “fool”?)

I waltzed straight up to Jody.

“You could’ve told me you liked him. That you were secretly going out with him! I would have gotten pissed…but you, not telling me? What kind of best friend are you? A damn *****y one, I’ll tell you that!” by now, my voice had risen to a shriek and people were staring. “I love Charlie to bits, and you’ve stolen him from me. I would’ve healed, but you keeping it quiet only made it more cow-like of you. No, more Jody-like. When are YOU ever selfless? No, let me find out like this.”

Jody looked perfectly aghast.

“I’m not going out with him!” she retorted.

I snorted.

“Yah, suuuure. You little *****.”

That’s when I snapped and slapped her.

“You cow!” she pulled my hair and soon we were kicking and biting. I caught a glimpse of red and some blood seeped into my mouth. Her’s or mine, I’m not sure.

“No. I’m going out with Charlie!” announced Latoya. Jody looked just as shocked as I felt. No wonder she looked so guilty earlier. Jody looked angry and slightly smug, like she was praying, or thanking her lucky stars.

What? I’m a little slow. Please, explain this.

“Liar! I’ve been secretly seeing Charlie!” confessed Tamzin.

We all stared at the PNEQB. Possibly Now Ex-Queen Bee.

“What?!” screeched Sahara. “You s***! I knew it. Seeing as you can’t get a man of your own…” she lingered, letting the words sink in.

“You little-,” began Tamzin.

“Catch me if you can. My figure is twelve times better than yours, so are my grades and my legs!” taunted Sahara. They ran off, neck to neck, racing. Four minutes later, I heard a splash. Paula reported that Sahara had thrown Tamzin into the school pool in a fit of rage.

A bit of an overreaction, I think.

Should I go and help Sahara beat up Tamzin now?

“I’ve made out with Charlie,” proclaimed Raleigh.

“So have I!” rebounded Kelsey, one of the twosome.

The two best friends looked at each other with such ferociousness; I was surprised neither of them exploded.

“Can’t you keep your hands on your man?” asked Raleigh.

“When did you first make out with him?”

“None of your business!” responded Raleigh.

“That’s because it never happened!” hissed Kelsey.

I won’t say what continued, but I was the most ruthless, rueful battle of tongues EVER! I didn’t know these girls had been snogging Charlie with such dirty mouths!

“Charlie once said I was really hot in a short skirt,” boasted Kit.

“Huh! With all that acne? It doesn’t matter. Clearly, I’m the hottest of us two,” replied Elle.

“If you were any hotter you’d be an icicle.”

“Ouch,” Kit said sarcastically, “that’s going to leave a mark.”

If someone can erase anyone’s memory, erase mine.

PLEASE???

Elle and Kit went on to rip up their school uniforms, and let the boys decide who was indeed the hottest. The more they bore, the more the guys cheered. I got really sick when Elle tried to end the competition by taking of her dress, getting the loudest cheer of all. Then Kit competed by turning her boy leg, into a g-string.

Very, very disturbing.

“I, I think I’m pregnant,” Kathy said loudly. She was the hottest girl in the grade, yet she settled for weirdo freaks when she deserved so much better. Last civvies day, she wore this skirt sooo short…not in a slutty way, just in a, “hi!” way. She was friendly, humble, smart, and not too skinny.

The cow.

Everyone went over this information in their mind. She wasn’t even fourteen yet!

“And,” she swallowed, uncomfortable with all these eyes upon her, “Charlie’s the father.”

Everyone tried to digest this piece of news gradually, but they were a bit distracted by the naked Kit and Elle running to the bathroom, trying to hide their “girly bits”.

Suddenly, everyone was quiet. I was distantly aware of a wet Tamzin and Sahara beside me.

Charlie had arrived.

All was silent.

“So who are you dating?” urged Latoya, impatient.

He looked everyone of us in the eye. Then he ended the feuds with a harsh, truthful:

“I’m homosexual, you fools!” he turned to Kathy, “ a VIRGIN homeosexual.”

Oops.Him, him, him. He’s all I think about, and now. Now…I think he might like Jody,” I cried, suppressing sobs.

“Come on, Danni, you have no proof she likes him. You’ve asked, remember, and her answer was…?” Latoya trailed off, letting me finish the equation.

“No. but-,”

Exactly: no. as in, no way they would make a good couple. They’re friends, nothing more, Danni.”

“Something more than I am with him,” I grumbled unintelligibly. Latoya ignored the comment and decided to let me get it all off my chest. I guess it was obviously bothering me. A lot. “Well, before I liked him, Jody was going to detention and she beamed at him and I was like, ‘Who’s he?’ and she was like, ‘Charlie. He’s in my class.’ But I didn’t care who he was and kept on saying how she should go out with him and how good they would be together. Later, at Jazz class, she told me how he looked at her and smiled and how-before she could return the warm gesture-the teacher had told them off. Then, when I walked past his class to do my normal staring routine [please, don’t judge me! I’m not really a freak-just with all things concerning Charlie, I tend to be.] I thought he was looking at me, but I realized he was staring straight ahead. Weird. Then, at Jazz, Jodes informed me that her new desk position is facing him. But Delilah is inbetween them, so if she tilts her head, she’ll see him. But Delilah was absent and he was staring at her. Like in detention. Another time, I remember us deciding to use random boys in our class that we don’t like to practice flirting on and she was like, ‘I’ll use Charlie,’ and when I asked why, she said he was the only guy who didn’t make her gag with the view of his face. And when I asked her which of Charlie’s friends she thought was the hottest, she said Charlie himself. Or Derek, but mostly Charlie.”

I suddenly noticed Latoya looked uncomfortable.

“That can’t be true,” she mumbled the words, not looking up to my face.

An old memory filled with mistrust and doubt filled my mind.

I arrived at school late and immediately parked my bag at the wrong classroom-Jody’s. It was a good habit that enabled me to go back to her classroom after I’d been chased away by either her peers or teachers. When I arrived, Jody looked like she’d been about to tell Sally something, but stopped as soon as I arrived, and gave me a weird look. One of relief.

“So, I-,” that’s as much as I heard before she switched her direction of conversation. “Oh, hi, Danielle!” Danielle? What was this, a formal gathering? It’s not so much she called me “Danielle” (it was my name, after all) it’s the way she said it. Like I was a lifeline. Like riding a dolphin to shore, when you knew it was bringing you toward enemy’s land. Perhaps you should just drown, instead of enduring the torture they’ll put you through; then when you give, the torture you’ll put your country through, the danger…

She looked misplaced, somehow, and dithered a bit with her hands, then decided to look for Latoya. Charlie came and said hello with that smile o’ his, and Jody gave me an odd look, as if I had no rights, like I was a maggot, then treated Charlie to one that said he was an ant, and she was an anteater. I saw her and Latoya chatting, and noticed the latter get a look of complete surprise and concern, then glance in my direction. Later on, she looked like she was going to say something, but thought better of it, biting her tongue.

It was the line about the anteaters that really got my attention.

He was an ant, and she was an anteater.

That line scared me. Anteaters need ants to survive. They love eating ants, as if they’re really yummy. They go together like crackers and cheese.

It made sense.

What Latoya knew.

What Jody was trying to hide from me, from everyone.

What Jody and Charlie were trying to hide.

And as both of them. Together. A couple. It hit me. Everything made sense. Why Jody hated me being obsessed with Charlie. Why Charlie and Sahara broke up. Why Sahara was calm about the break-up. Why everyone said they saw the break-up approaching. “A doomed relationship,” Jody’d called it. The b****.

She was the reason it was doomed.

Everyone saw the blossoming couple on the horizon, everyone except me. When Latoya’s eyes found mine, they read the hurt and confusion. Understanding filled them.

“Sorry. I promised I wouldn’t tell…” she didn’t finish, trying to show how she wished she hadn’t been involved. “When she was trying to be your wing-girl, they hung out a lot more than usual. And when she was teaching him how to woo you, she was…wooed. I’m…sorry.”

Terrible word t’was: sorry. What difference did it make? Charlie still wasn’t mine, never had been. Again and again, other girls had stumped me. Some ex-girlfriend of Charlie’s i didn’t really know, Sahara and now my best friend, Jody. Jacob Black was right: life really was just a cruel joke, and now I couldn’t escape the punch line…

Shut up, Jason Beaver. I don’t want your two cents. Of course, he contributed too.

Let me tell you what you missin’:

Paradise

Yeah, gloat, why don’t you?

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover

See, awful stuff. But now JB is flippin’ famous, and JB’s imprinted (read the book, fools. Gee, I’m starting to sound like Rachel! Since when do I call people “fool”?)

I waltzed straight up to Jody.

“You could’ve told me you liked him. That you were secretly going out with him! I would have gotten pissed…but you, not telling me? What kind of best friend are you? A damn *****y one, I’ll tell you that!” by now, my voice had risen to a shriek and people were staring. “I love Charlie to bits, and you’ve stolen him from me. I would’ve healed, but you keeping it quiet only made it more cow-like of you. No, more Jody-like. When are YOU ever selfless? No, let me find out like this.”

Jody looked perfectly aghast.

“I’m not going out with him!” she retorted.

I snorted.

“Yah, suuuure. You little *****.”

That’s when I snapped and slapped her.

“You cow!” she pulled my hair and soon we were kicking and biting. I caught a glimpse of red and some blood seeped into my mouth. Her’s or mine, I’m not sure.

“No. I’m going out with Charlie!” announced Latoya. Jody looked just as shocked as I felt. No wonder she looked so guilty earlier. Jody looked angry and slightly smug, like she was praying, or thanking her lucky stars.

What? I’m a little slow. Please, explain this.

“Liar! I’ve been secretly seeing Charlie!” confessed Tamzin.

We all stared at the PNEQB. Possibly Now Ex-Queen Bee.

“What?!” screeched Sahara. “You s***! I knew it. Seeing as you can’t get a man of your own…” she lingered, letting the words sink in.

“You little-,” began Tamzin.

“Catch me if you can. My figure is twelve times better than yours, so are my grades and my legs!” taunted Sahara. They ran off, neck to neck, racing. Four minutes later, I heard a splash. Paula reported that Sahara had thrown Tamzin into the school pool in a fit of rage.

A bit of an overreaction, I think.

Should I go and help Sahara beat up Tamzin now?

“I’ve made out with Charlie,” proclaimed Raleigh.

“So have I!” rebounded Kelsey, one of the twosome.

The two best friends looked at each other with such ferociousness; I was surprised neither of them exploded.

“Can’t you keep your hands on your man?” asked Raleigh.

“When did you first make out with him?”

“None of your business!” responded Raleigh.

“That’s because it never happened!” hissed Kelsey.

I won’t say what continued, but I was the most ruthless, rueful battle of tongues EVER! I didn’t know these girls had been snogging Charlie with such dirty mouths!

“Charlie once said I was really hot in a short skirt,” boasted Kit.

“Huh! With all that acne? It doesn’t matter. Clearly, I’m the hottest of us two,” replied Elle.

“If you were any hotter you’d be an icicle.”

“Ouch,” Kit said sarcastically, “that’s going to leave a mark.”

If someone can erase anyone’s memory, erase mine.

PLEASE???

Elle and Kit went on to rip up their school uniforms, and let the boys decide who was indeed the hottest. The more they bore, the more the guys cheered. I got really sick when Elle tried to end the competition by taking of her dress, getting the loudest cheer of all. Then Kit competed by turning her boy leg, into a g-string.

Very, very disturbing.

“I, I think I’m pregnant,” Kathy said loudly. She was the hottest girl in the grade, yet she settled for weirdo freaks when she deserved so much better. Last civvies day, she wore this skirt sooo short…not in a slutty way, just in a, “hi!” way. She was friendly, humble, smart, and not too skinny.

The cow.

Everyone went over this information in their mind. She wasn’t even fourteen yet!

“And,” she swallowed, uncomfortable with all these eyes upon her, “Charlie’s the father.”

Everyone tried to digest this piece of news gradually, but they were a bit distracted by the naked Kit and Elle running to the bathroom, trying to hide their “girly bits”.

Suddenly, everyone was quiet. I was distantly aware of a wet Tamzin and Sahara beside me.

Charlie had arrived.

All was silent.

“So who are you dating?” urged Latoya, impatient.

He looked everyone of us in the eye. Then he ended the feuds with a harsh, truthful:

“I’m homosexual, you fools!” he turned to Kathy, “ a VIRGIN  homeosexual.”

Oops.


Submitted: March 26, 2012

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