Shame on You and Me [Chapter 4]

i decided to make some chapters shorter. so don't be disappointed or whatevs.



Shame on You and Me
Chapter Four
Breann Wathen

“Ian, let’s go to Subway or something. I didn’t have anything to eat this morning.” I squinted at the small radio, it was almost one-thirty.

“Well, I gotta go get some gas but you can wait right?” He wasn‘t looking at me, which shows he is a good driver. It was just my dumbass fault for running down a two-lane street during rush hour.
We stopped at Circle K and Ian pulled up next to a gas pump.
“Do you want anything?” Ian’s blue crystal eyes blinked at me. You know I want you baby. I shook my head no and he shut the door.  Come to think of it, I could really use a breath mint.
I started to fiddle with some stuff in my purse. One guy at the wreck handed it to me. I swiped on some lip gloss and touched up on my eyeshadow. No time to put on a  tank top but 24 minutes to pick at my face. I didn’t notice Ian at the tank, whistling. I stuffed everything but in my bag and tussled my hair. Plus I added an unnecessary boob adjustment. Thank the heavens for his heavily tinted windows.
“Alright, to Subway!” He clicked in his seatbelt and started the car.

Since the crash I got three texts. All from Nathan.
‘babee r u alrite? i saw the crash on tv.’
‘don’t tell me ur @ the hositpal’
‘im on my way. i love u aamber.’

Never will he know that I’m on a “date” with the guy of my dreams. A guy that’s not you.

Shame on You and Me [Chapter 3] (PART DEUX)

Alright, so here's part two of that snippet thingy.



I was sitting on the curb, getting questioned by this scrawny uniformed man. His parents must have paid for the Police Academy to pass him cause he looked like no help on the force.

“Can you tell us how did this all happened?” I heard all the officers ask us in unison. I heard various responses plus the over dramatically impression of sobbing from Daisy.
Officer Karnes (from what his name plate read) was staring at me, trying so hard to see though the huge blanket they gave me. It was pretty pointless given the fact it had to be 87 degrees outside.
“Well, James the driver grabbed for my bag, taking his eyes off the road. Then we ran into the tree.” I looked over at the van. Poor thing. It was being pulled onto a tow truck back.
“I see.” he made a remark towards my boobs and I got offended so I blew up.

“Look here, so called ‘officer’. It was all his fault, I mean my boobs aren’t for anyone to die for. Plus that was a very nasty remark, seeing that you never really got your certificate. You small perverted phony.” I got up from the curb and gave him the finger. He just stood there and hung his head. He knew it was the truth.
I threw the huge wool blanket on the ground, walking to Margret. I looked over my shoulder and saw Frank on a stretcher, five EMS workers struggling to lift his 235 pound ass into the ambulance. His other pastime was being a wrestler like his past fathers. Yet his dad never approved, he wanted Frank to become a superior car salesmen like himself and soon own Thomas & Jassadoe Auto.

“Ma’m have you had a shock test?” Another scrawny firefighter held his huge gloved hand in front to my face.
“No, but I’m alright.” I pushed his hand to the side and sat on the curb with Margret.
“Wow, James’ is a dumb ass. He wrecked the van and put everyone’s lives in danger. I really can’t believe. It.” Margret spoke in a soft tiny voice. To the point that my ear was gently pressing against her lips.
“Sorry, but yeah. Hopefully Mr. Sanchez won’t take the missing time out of our checks.” I elbowed her. She just looked around the street, pinpointing on his one EMS worker. He was very decent looking. Soft ginger locks of hair he pushed out of his eyes every slight move. He was patting Daisy on the back, handing her countless tissues. Daisy was eating up all the attention and began to sob even louder.
I got this hard ping in the left side of my brain, causing me to groan and rub my temples.
“You alright?” Margret still had that huge piece of cloth on her back. I looked up and I could see the countless beads of sweat slowly making their way down her impressively high cheekbones. I was straining to make words but my mouth became dry. Soon I heard a small voice inside my head.

Maybe I can take this blanket home and let mammy use it. She always get the shivers during this season. Answer me Julie.

“It’s Amber, and I don’t think they’ll care if you take it home. They literally shave it off a ox’s back.” My throat as scratchy but yet I said it.
“What?” Margret shot up from the curb, letting the blanket clunk to the ground.
“How’d y-y-you know what I was thinking?” She wiped her fingers across her forehead, making sure she wasn’t going crazy.

“Margret, I have no idea. I’m sorry if I frightened you. I don’t know what’s up with me. Must be my nerves or something.” I reached my hand out for her shoulder. She jerked away quickly, reminding me of how I treated Ian this morning. My eyes start to sting but I held the tears back.

“I-I gotta go.” I start to run, running as fast as I can. I need to tell Ian what’s on my mind, no matter the consequence. I love him.

While running to Plenty, a car screeches in front of me. I jump of the way. My arms skidding across the hot concrete road. I’m only a danger to myself and others. I brush out the pebbles and lightly dab the blood with the corner of my shirt. A man steps out of the car and rushes to me, literally floating, like an angel. My head is still hurting badly. I raise my arm to rub it again, wishing for the pain to go away.


“I’m so sorry lady. You just came form nowhere and-oh my. Look at these bruises. Let’s get you to the doctor immediately.”
He hovers his hands across the scars, letting his warmth soothe me. I opened my eyes and there they were. Those big blue crystals you can never miss.
“Ian?” I reach out for his face as he held me up right.
“Amber?” He is in total shock. After all this running, I finally found him. Even through it took a car crash or two.

“I’m the one who should be sorry.” He places his index finger in front of my mouth. I swat it away, feeling the humid air hit my exposed cuts. I press my lips against his, feeling his passion rise through me. He kisses my back, with much force, almost knocking my down. But he’s got me in his arms.

Our lips were intact for a nice 4 minutes, until he scooped my into a cradle hold and put me in the passenger seat. He put my seatbelt across me, barely brushing across my boobs. I let out a soft giggle and kiss him again. Framing his soft baby face in my hands, caressing his prickly stubble that makes my fingers itch. I don’t’ care. I have no cares in the world. Nathan can‘t fill this boyfriend position, but Ian can.

I whisper in his ear, “I love you.” I see his cheeks turn a bright rose color and he shouts outside the car, “I love you too Amber. I’ve loved you for so long and now you’re mine! I love you too.” He holds a award winning smile across his face and his hands on his hips, showing of his fab junk-in-the-trunk and oh-so-cute fangs. He closes the car door and jumps into the driver seat. He kisses me one more time and accelerates on the gas.
“Now let’s go take care of that ‘boyfriend’.” His eyes were wide and full. I turn on the AC and crank up the stereo to some light rock station.  An old ’Aerosmith’ songs starts blasting. Ian and me sing and head bang all the way to my apartment building.

This is what love is supposed to feel like. Like you want to be with this person. That you’re not chained to someone. Someone you don’t love or want to be with.

  It is so right yet so wrong.

These Four Walls

This was some poem I wrote in the 7th grade for our portfolios. It's aboot our vacay to Gatlinburg, Tennessee.


“These Four Walls”
By: BreAnn Wathen

You push the key into the lock and turn.
The door creaks open and you see a glimpse of where you’re going to stay for six days.
The smell of charcoal and wood waft through the cabin and sways sweetly in your nose.
You drop your suitcases by the door.
The adventure has only begun.

You step out to the back porch and stare at the beautiful scenery.
Not much but trees but you’ve never seen anything like it before.
You close the sliding doors to explore more inside.
Looking at these four walls, you see deer heads on bright gold plaques.
Their beady eyes following your every move.
Very creepy.

You climb up the gigantic wooden stairs.
They creek and match your every move.
You see a room with not much to it.
You plop on the bed and snuggle up.
The warmth of the golden evening sun gleaming through the windows.
Birds singing a joyful noise.
The wind whistles through the trees.
So calm, so peaceful, so relaxing…
No time to rest.

You walk down the basement stairs.
A wooden pool table sits in the center.
Look like it was carved from hand and the table surface is as soft and green as a golf course.
An arcade game sits in the corner.
Beep! Beep! Bam!
Your spaceship has blown up.
The television plays your favorite show.
No time to watch.

The sun is starting to shy along the trees.
The night is sure to come.
You don’t want your adventure to end.
But don’t forget it has only begun.

Shame on You and Me [Chapter 3] (SNIPPET)

Shame on You And Me
Chapter 3
Breann Wathen

The bus didn’t take very long and dropped me off 4 minutes away from the apartment building. It was creeping around 2 a.m. and I didn’t want to make any noise. I shifted through the bushes right outside the door and slid in. Chuck and Jett were hanging out in front of staircase, punching each other.

“Amber, what are you doing getting home so late? A one night stand with ‘ol buddy boy?” Chuck crosses his arms. Jett stifles out a weird snort.
“Uh, no. Chelsea had a pa- wait, why am I explaining myself to you? Good morning you jerks.” I stomped up the stairs, feeling their eyeballs glued to my ass. I lightly jogged down to our door and unlocked it. I hung my keys on the helpful Scotch hooks on the walls. Perfect alignment goes to moi.
I snuck into the bathroom, rubbing off all the traces of makeup and guilt from today/yesterday. I slipped into some oversized t-shirt and hid under the covers. Nathan rolled over and smacked me in the face. I threw his abnormally long arms back to his side.

“Where were you at bay-beeee?” he slurs.
“I stayed at the party a little longer than expected.” I had the cover close to my mouth, muffling the words.
“Yeah, freckles are a freak of na-” he went back to gently snoring. I drifted into a deep sleep. I dreamed of a world that only existed of people I love. Surprisingly, Nathan wasn’t in it. Is this meant to be?

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It’s a work day and I’m terrified. I haven’t even tried to clear things up with Ian since Chelsea’s party. I take a quick shower, going through various scenarios in my mind. Ian will chop my head off because he’s so fed up with me. Ian gets on one knee and proposes to me. Or it could just be any other day.

“Bye babe." Nathan raised his head from the fridge with a uncooked hot dog in his mouth.
“Bye.” I walked out the door and started down the stairs. I texted James, the local carpool guy for Plenty Superstore. Yeah, we were so elite that we direly needed a carpool. He said he was on his way. I stood outside the building door, tapping my foot and awaiting the trusty commercial van to pull up. I picked at a remaining chip of hot pink polish on my nail. The annoying screeching of the brakes and loud horn startled me. I sit in the dead center of the van, usually blocking the rear view mirror.
“Just move your head to the right. Just a little.” I could see the veins popping out of James’ neck, straining to see oncoming traffic.
“See? This is why Tracy should sit in the middle. She’s only 5 foot.” I crossed my arms, my head barely touching Margret’s shoulder.
She worked with stock and I could see all the stuff she smuggled into her huge work bag every night. I never tell anyone because I know she’s taking all that food back home to her 2 kids and mother on disability. She’s an empowering woman yet he never wants any help. Plus I always give her 4 bucks when we need to pay for our weekly gas commission. She needs every cent she earns.
“Excuse you, Amber. I’m nearing near 5’2.” Tracy looked over her huge bifocals and murmured.
Everyone rolled their eyes and she went back to playing with her Chinese knockoff iPad. I have the slightest urge to just jump into that back seat and clobber her face in. I forgot to wear a tank top under my polo because I was rushing so fast to get away from Nate. I kept moving uncomfortably in my seat cause I could feel Frank’s (another cashier) eyes on my chest. I also saw that James had the top mirror fixated on them. Now I see why I’m always in the middle.
      I looked at Daisy who looked at her size A36 chest (I know because I saw countless bras and Kleenexes fall out of her personal locker one evening.) and then looked at mine. She let out a soft growl. She tapped Frank on the shoulder but he shrugged his shoulder, hinting for her to stop.
“James, how long before we get to work?” she successfully pulled off a annoying voice, bouncing in her seat trying to make James look at her.
“Just sit tight Betty.” We were at a stop light so he got an extra long look at my chest.
“It’s…whatever.” She crossed her arms tightly around herself, something I can never do because of my ‘blessings’. Daisy only wanted this job for a quick way to head off to California and get a cheap but good boob job. And that she wouldn’t get her grandfather’s inheritance until he was a gonner.  Plenty was just around the corner so I grabbed my purse from the ground, feeling someone else’s hand touch mine.
“Here you go girl.” It was James.
“James! You’re supposed to be driving!” I pointed at the huge tree we were headed for. James swirled back into his seat, gripping the wheel tightly trying to steer away. Too late.

The van made a huge smacking noise, hitting the tree dead on. Everyone screamed and I just sat there, thinking about it. If I wasn’t so afraid of seeing Nate this morning, I would’ve gotten the tank top. And then James’ wouldn’t have been staring at me and forgetting about driving. This is somehow my fault. I saw the huge white airbags puff out from all the sides of the van, hitting me hard in my hip.

June was in the passenger seat, breathing heavily inside some old Subway sandwich wrapper, trying to calm herself down. Daisy was on the phone calling the ambulance. Margret was sitting there just like me and we looked at each other for a moment, then she gave me a hug. Out of nowhere, a hug. I was surprised but I wrapped my arms back around hers. She must’ve been so scared. Frank had a huge piece of glass bulging from his forearm. He poked at it, hissing at each touch. Tracy was tracing over the huge crack on the screen of her ’iPrad’. James had his face buried in his hands, quietly repeating some prayer over and over.
I was still in Margret’s hold when I saw and heard the sirens.

Shame on You and Me [chapter 2]

Shame on You and Me
Chapter 2
Breann Wathen

“Hey Chels!” I strutted through the door.
“Hey Ambs! Hey Nate!” She waved from the dance floor. She had gone all out for her 25th birthday. There was this huge lighted dance floor (it was were everyone was at), this bulky machine blowing out countless bubbles, and a huge buffet table.
“I’m heading over to that table, want anything?” I looked at Nathan. I could see he was still kinda pissed at me.
“Nah, two sticks of gum did it for me.”
“Sayonara.” I turned around and headed for the buffet, but Angela blocked my way.
“Hey girlie! I have not seen you since our trip to New Orleans! Where have you been?” She had this huge piece of lettuce in her teeth.
“Nothing much. Plus you got something right there.” I pointed to the lettuce.
“Oh lord. I’m sorry; the chef salad over there is bomb.” She picked it out while staring at me and it made me mad for some reason.
“Well, I guess I’ll grab a small serving.”
“Yeah, go do that. See you on the dance floor?”
“Opposite of no.” I was inching away slowly.
“AH! I love you girl!” Angela put her hand on my shoulder and then walked off. That is the reason she cannot hold a relationship with anyone, too touchy. I got over the buffet table and it was heaven. Buffalo wings, those little ham sandwiches and cookies. I literally ate everything off that table. I walked back over to a table and pigged out. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Chelsea walking near my way. I had just enough time to wipe my hands and eat like a ’lady’.
“Hey Amber! Sorry if my greeting was kinda rude, that music was calling me.” She sat down and wiped her sweat on her super cute jean shorts.
“No problem. Happy birthday though. I might have to leave soon.”
“Why? You just got here. Enjoy all this stuff I paid for.” She began to laugh.
“Nathan is kinda mad at me so he won’t last long.”
“You car is still in the shop? Ridiculous. “
“Agreed.” I rolled my eyes. Chelsea rose from her chair, stretching tall.
“Well I’ll be over there if you need anything.” I took my plate over to the trash. Nathan was walking over to me.

  “Can we leave soon? Nothing’s going on.” Nathan was scoping out the dance floor.
“Why can’t I enjoy my best friend’s birthday party?”
“Why couldn’t I stay at Scott’s house?”
“We were there for 5 hours Nate!”
“Well, catch a ride with someone because I’m heading back home.” He leaned in for a goodbye kiss.
“Don’t even try that. Bye.” I pushed him back and walked off. Why is he acting like an asshole? Seriously, I didn’t want to be at Scott’s but I just had to deal with it. Whatever.
I started on my way to the dance floor, doing some weird shimmying move.
“I LOVE THIS SONG!” One of her co-workers was in the middle, jerking her body quickly to the tempo. I was kinda weirded out, but there was a peculiar taste to that punch.
‘Imma Be’ started playing and I couldn’t help myself. While dancing in my own world, someone bumped into me.
“Sor-Amber?” It was Ian.
“Hey! How do you know Chelsea?” I was still shaking my shoulders.
“We’ve been friends since daycare years. I’m surprised I was in her contacts.”
“Wow. Our 7th grade gym teacher made us have a relay race against one another. I won.” I raised the roof.
“Oh really, you don’t seem like the athletic type.” He pinched my arm.
“Remember that it was like 12 years ago.” I giggled, like a flirty giggle and I meant it.
“Well, keep shaking your body. See ya Monday?”
“Sure, yeah. Later.” I waved while he was walking away. I know I shouldn’t say this, but Ian has a tight body. I mean, he looks lanky but I know there is something going on under that grey v-neck he was wearing. And I have the urge to find out. I shook my head, erasing all of the dirty thoughts and then prayed to God that he wouldn’t throw me in a pit of lava or something.
“Amber! Shake your ass over here girl!” Chelsea was dancing, her cup high in the air. I maneuvered through the thick crowd and got next to her.
“You didn’t tell me you knew Ian.”
“Oh him? He was just a childhood friend. Hadn’t seen him in some years. I just wanted all my good people here to live it up with me tonight.” I take a long sip from her cup and raises back up again.
“I’m gonna head over to the bar.” I slid through the crowd again and saw Ian standing at the bar.

“I’ll take a…Budweiser ‘muh man.” I eased right next to him.
“Budweiser? Classy choice.”
“Yeah, I’m the designated driver. I don’t need to get too wasted.”
“Same here. Drinking too much just causes problems. A Sprite please.”
 The bartender nodded at us and grabbed he two drinks from the cold fridge. Ian grabbed them both and gave the man a 3-dollar tip. He led me to a table far away from the whole party scene.
“Why so far away?” We were under this little gazebo covered in Christmas lights.
“Meh, too much noise. I just really want to talk to you Amber.” Ian hands me my drink. I open the can and let the carbonation fill my nostrils, making my eyes water.
“You alright?” Ian puts his hand on my shoulder. I quickly react by getting up and moving outside the gazebo.
“I’m fine, just need some fresh air.” Wasn’t that a terrible lie. The truth is that I want him, I like him too much.

If only Nathan and I could set up a guilt free pass thingy for a week. I’d go to a luxurious beach with Ian. Seeing his 8-pack glisten in the sun as I rub sun-tanning lotion on him He would take a flower and place it in my nice soft beach waved hair. We could walk across the ocean without a care in the world. Best. Vacay. Ever.

“Amber? I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve been too ongoing with you lately because, I kinda have feelings for you.” Ian turns me towards him. I can’t help but stare into those big crystal blue eyes. I try my hardest but I can’t.
“Amber, you’re amazing. I know you love Nathan and all but I just feel better knowing that you know what I’ve needed to tell you.” Wait, what did he just say?
“Ian, wow. Umm.” I can’t find any words to reply with. His hands are still on my shoulders, slowing moving down to my middle back.
“Our drinks! Yeah. Your beer is gonna be hot and my Sprite will go flat. I’ll just go over here for a second.” Damn it Amber. Why do you have to be so awkward? I rushed back to the gazebo, mind racing, and my heart won’t stop beating so quickly. I know me and Nathan have our fights but I can’t let this happen. I gulp the last two drops of soda and starting walking towards for the parking lot.

“Amber, wait! I thought your car was in the shop? Here, I’ll give you a ride home.” Ian grabs for my shoulder again but I jerk it back quickly.
“No thanks Ian. Look, it’s been a great night but I just need to get home, by myself.” I head to the parking lot.

“Amber, I’m sorry if I made you feel weird and I understand if you don’t’ feel that way about me. Nate’s a real cool guy.” You don’t understand Ian. I can never tell you how I feel. Soon you’ll find another girl to chase after, knowing she feels the same way about you. And Nate’s not a cool guy; he’s hiding something from me. I know it. I want you Ian. You and only you. If I could only speak my mind, instead I run headed for the street, finding the next bus that’ll take me close enough to home.
I can hear Ian's footsteps crunching through the dry brittle grass. The bus pulls up and I drop in the change. The bus lights illuminate Ian’s face. The saddest expressions I have ever seen. I find the nearest seat wait patiently. I hope that this night ends soon.                

Shame on You and ME 1 REDO.

ok so i decided to make this a smosh fanfic. call it whatchu want.


Shame on Me & You.
Chapter 1
Breann Wathen

“Okay, now whack the ball!” Nathan had his lean arms around my slender shoulders. Today was the day I had to do something he enjoys since we went to the spa and Woodcrest Mall yesterday. As I swung the club, the ball soared, touching the brim of the wonderful afternoon sky.

“Whoa! Nice job! Better than those last club-to-shin swings.” He pulled me in for a celebratory kiss. He tasted of Budweiser beer since he tossed a couple back with his buds at lunch.
“Why, thank you.” I moved out of his grasp to do a glamorous curtsey. My “golfer chic” outfit consisted of a light pink polo, short white skirt, and a white visor.

“Now, who wants to head to ’Mr. Dawson’s Dolls’?” Nathan put on a playful grin. No way could he be serious. I’m not stepping into a sleazy strip club. They’re only filled with lonely desperate husbands ranking in a big salary & high school drop out mothers.

“Never.” I stood ground.
“Fine, let’s go to Scott’s to catch the rest of this Miami Heat game.” Nathan held up his hands in defense as he bumped into the hood of the car.
“Okay, but I need to run home real quick so I can feed Mossy.” I pulled open the door while fidgeting with my itchy bra strap.

Mossy is my dog I love (maybe more than Nathan or Ian). You may want to know who Ian is. Well he is this guy who works at Plenty Superstore with me. While I work the register, he maybe doing some work or goofing around on those scooter carts. I’m really surprised he still has a job there. Sometimes he’ll put the customer’s items into bags only at my register or empty out my trash bin, occasionally brushing his hand across my butt with a sleek grin on his face. He’s very nice and funny and cute but I’m already in a relationship.

I snap back to reality and realize we’re at the apartment. As I reach for the door handle, Nathan taps my shoulder.

“Hey babe, could ya grab my charger & a six pack?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” I closed the door and blew him a quick kiss. It was so cute when he pretended he lost it and asked for another one. I pull open the car door (cause I’m a sucker) and kiss him lightly. While my booty was in the air, another car pulls into the parking spot beside us and blows their horn. I hit my elbow in the dashboard trying to sit in the passenger seat. I hear Nathan chuckling and as I turn my head around slowly, I see the two bastards. Chuck and Jett were giving thumbs up and laughing along. I step out the car, smoothing out my skirt and kicking their tire.

The rusty old hubcap pops off and does multiple spins. Chuck struggled to roll down his window.

“Now we gotta go get some Gorilla Glue!” He poked his head out of the with a patchy beard. He had a stocky face, a small gold hoop, a minor bruise above his eyebrow (maybe from a drunk bar fight), and a dirty ‘Dixie Girls’ trucker hat. While tossing my hair and winking at him, I opened the building door. As jogged up the stairs, I heard a constant jingling followed by someone clearing their throat. It was Mrs. Gregory. She was waving at me to come see. I quickly stomped the stairs and was face to face with her.

“Yes ma‘m?” Now I’m kind of annoyed.
“Could ya open this door and carry groceries in? My arthritis is kicking in. Damn it!” Mrs. Gregory is lucky that she’s a cute old lady.
“Of course.” As I turned the door key and pushed the door open. I was in shock, the whole apartment was empty.
“Just set them on the counter, baby.”

I walked over to the counter, the cold AC air hitting my freshly ‘Nair-ed’ legs.


“Uh, Mrs. Gregory, what happened to everything?” The whole apartment was stripped. There stood an end table, lamp, TV tray, small television and some rickety chair. The paint on the walls had faded. I couldn’t believe she was living like this.


“Amber, can you stick my meds and milk in the fridge?” Mrs. Gregory was placing her purse on the counter next to me.

“Mrs. Gregory, what happened to everything in here?” I pulled open the fridge, my light bulb blinking and the smell of rotting roast beef smacked me in the face. I hurried and turned back to her, waiting for an answer.

“What did you say honey?” She looked at me, heading shaking. Her sliver bob hanging underneath the brim of the sharp chin. She grossly licked her lips.

“What happened to everything?” I followed her eyes that were traveling down to my skirt.

“Where in the heavens did you buy this?! Girls shouldn’t be wearing things like this! This is why your baloney hangs out and you wonder why Steven hasn’t called back yet! You wear the frills, they get the thrills then you end up with the bills!” Mrs. Gregory was tugging on my skirt and babbling on and on. Eventually she calmed down.

“Did you hear that honey?” Mrs. Gregory was sipping her hot tea.
“Hear what?” This woman was mentally insane.
“That beeping noise.” I started to hear it. Oh shazz, it was Nathan.
“I gotta go Mrs. Gregory!” I grabbed my keys and bust through the door. I peeped through the building door and gave Nathan the “one more minute” sign. He hit the horn two more times. I bounced up the stairs. Being in apartment 3B was never satisfying. Mossy jumped up at my legs, barking.

“Hey girl. Mommy gots to get some things really quick, kay?” She ran over to the rack were I keep her leash. I chuckled at her and ran to our bedroom. I was rumbling around in Nathan’s nightstand. Old watches, no-good lottery tickets, and a condom box? Whoa, Nathan and I haven’t really gotten to that level. I love him, he loves me, but I still need like another, month or so. Well maybe he’s preparing and all. I snapped back into reality and found the charger.

“Does the Mossy have food in her bowl?” I checked since I got no answer. I poured her some fresh water, blew a kiss and ran out the door. When I got back to the car, Nathan was signaling me to get in.

“What took you so long?” He put the car in reverse and backed out the tiny spot.
“You know Mrs. Gregory and the constant babbling. Plus she had groceries this time.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Those bags must have held a million tomatoes. Too much for your little dainty arms to handle.” Nathan was flicking his wrist and whining.
“Whatever.” After that long 16 minutes, we finally arrived at Scott’s house. As usual, there were red tumbler cups scattered around the yard. Scott was doing what he does best, talking it up with the ladies. (More like women that were there against their will)
“Scott! My main man!” Nathan slammed the door and started doing that whooping noise guys do. Ugh. I stepped through the half-dead yard, trying to make it safely to the house. I walked causally in the house, making sure I didn’t wake anyone, because everyone at this residence wakes up at about, 3 .p.m.
“Hey Cindy!” Freddy was stretched out across the couch, beer in one hand, cheese puff in the other.
“It’s Amber.” I waved back and looked for another chair.
“Hey, gimme another beer, Brenda.” Freddy threw his finger in the air, pointing towards the mini-fridge in the corner.
“It’s Martha. You got some damn legs, now git it yourself.” Martha screeched back at him.
“Hey honey, I’m Martha.” She got up and stretched her arm to me. She had a pretty complexion and a nice manicure.
“I’m…”
“Amber. See I remember names better than this old coot.” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. Freddy snorted and dug his hand further in his belly button. She sat down at the table with me.
“How did you end up here? You seem like such a nice girl. You’re not here for that funny feeling plant, are you? You know that stuff messes with your brain and can turn your hair gray? I had this one friend, well I wouldn’t call her a friend since she wanted me to take her to buy the stuff, but she lost her kids and her job. It ruins ya.”
“To answer that first question, my boyfriend is good friends with Scott. And no.” I laughed.
“Oh, Nathan?”
“Yeah, him.”
“Oh… well I’m Scott’s aunt. Just visiting to make sure he’s not getting into
Trouble and things. I’ve had custody of him since he was eleven. He’s been through and seen a lot. Poor thing. It’s great to see he’s doing fine.” Martha wipes a tear from her eye.  Her foundation smears and she wipes it on her pants.
“Wow. I never knew. I guess only they tell the guys cause Nathan never mentioned anything to me.”
“Yeah, that’s their ‘Nye code’ or something. So tell me more about yourself girl. Don’t be shy ‘round me, I’ll bring the wild side outta ya!” Martha started to swing her arm around her head like a t-shirt.
A golden locket was jumping around her freckled chest. It really caught my eye, to the point I had my eyes glued to her chest. Leaning in so close, I almost tipped over in my chair.
“Ya alright honey? My eyes are up here.” Martha began to giggle.
“I’m so sorry. It’s that locket around your necklace. It’s…something I’ve never seen before.”
“Yeah. At your age, there’s a bunch of things you haven’t seen. Lucky you. Anyways, this was my great-grandmother’s. I knew her for a short time, but before God called on her, she handed me this and said, “Darling, ya know I love ya, but keep this near and dear to your heart. Ya hear?” After that, the flat line filled my ears.” Martha held a humble grin on her face.
“Wow. I’m sorry.“ I averted my eyes to focus on something else in the room, something to keep the tears from coming. Her stories really touch me, even though she didn’t tell me in deep detail.
“It’s alright, hon.  It’s nice that I’m entertaining ya. Rather than that devil box over there.” She turned her head to look at Freddy again. The bright lights from the TV were flashing across his face.
“There’s that blank look again.  35th time today and it’s only 5.” Martha examined her watch.
“5 o’clock?” Oh shazz. I had to be out at Chelsea’s house by 5:45. It’s her birthday and she’s like an hour away from here!
“I’m so sorry Martha but I gotta go. Have a good night.”
“Alright hon. Don’t mess with that funny feeling plant, ya hear?!” Martha slid a cigarette from her bra. I raced to the door and grabbed Nathan by his sleeve.
“We gotta go. Chelsea’s having a party and I promised I would be there by 6.” I harshly whispered in his ear.
“It’s only…oh sh-You know Chelsea. Hold on a minute.” Nathan said his goodbyes to the crew and fumbled for his car keys.
“When does your car get out the shop?  ‘Cause this is ridiculous.” Nathan was huffing and puffing putting the car in drive.
“Hopefully this Thursday, no later than Saturday.” I was reapplying mascara in the tiny visor mirror.
“Hmm. Well close your mouth doing that.” Nathan snickered to himself.
“Don’t mess with me, I’ll catch your ass off guard and make a move.” I was putting the wand back in the container.
“Why do you even spend 8 dollars on that crap if you look the same? Pretty pointless, pricy too.”
“Pretty, yes. Pointless, nugatory.” I searched through my huge bag looking for my lip gloss.
“And that big bag. Pointless also.”
“You know what?” I shifted in my tight seat belt towards him.
“You shut up and drive the car. This was all fun and games 3 minutes ago but now you just pushed the limit.” I turned back around the swiped the gloss around my lips, making weird face to get every cranny to piss him off.
“Plus your eyes are supposed to be on the road, not on me.”
“You know I ca-”
“Let me stop you there. Don’t try to pull any smooth tricks out your butt.” My comment had to be the end because he just turned up the radio and rode in silence.

It’s not that I’m being the bad guy, he never should have had said anything. Ian is just so more understanding and borderline amazing.  Well, I’ll be back to work tomorrow so I don’t have to spend the whole day with him. To be honest, I’m second guessing this. This thing we call a relationship. But I’ll try to keep it, just to see what happens. What the worst thing that can happen? He’ll cheat on me and I’ll be heartbroken? Pshh.

Puzzle Piece *SNIPPET*

So I wrote this during KCCT testing last year and I thought i'd share it.


Puzzle Piece
Chapter 1
Breann Wathen

“Damn it Victoria! Do we have to go through this every night.?”
 My dad bellows out a long sigh as he plops down in a dining chair. I was peeping around the hallway corner to see tonight’s round. I had just came from Braxton’s room to check on him. My parents do this all the time, well only select days. Mom ets pissed when Dad isn’t home by ten so she can go to Walgreen’s for 3rd shift. Dad hates being at home, I just know it. He hates the fact o =f being here, knowing that Mom gonna start something, that Braxton and me have to witness it, that he has nowhere to go. It’s 1 a.m. (a new record) and he just came back from the bar with his co-workers.
“This wouldn’t happen if you could just be home by ten Mark! I have a job too! You think little crap job you have now is worth something? Do you really Mark?” Mom was stooped over in front of him, throwing her arms in all kinds of directions.

“Vic, just take this money and go. Just go away.” He reached inside his pocket, knowing nothing was left but handed her all he had.

“Just go away? Let me just get the hell away from you. You just put me in the worst mood.” Mom snatched the money from his grip and slammed the door.

Dad rubbed his blood-shot eyes with pain. I could look past them and see all his thoughts. How he wanted to drift off to a distant land, that he didn’t say I didn’t say “I do.” but then wondering if Braxton and me weren’t born. I peeked into Braxton’s room to see if he was still asleep. He tossed over and let out a soft coo. I stroked his soft chestnut hair but only to pull out a clump of
Play-Doh. Oh, little brothers.


I was walking back to my room I heard a sniffle. Dad had his face in hands. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

“Dad, are you alright?”

“Yeah.” he sat up and looked into his eyes. He’s lying.
“I hear you guys every night, now what’s going on?” I pulled up another chair beside him.

“Don’t worry about me. Now go get some sleep.” I gave him a pitiless look.
“Ok, your mom and I aren’t on the best of terms. And I don’t know what to do.” I saw a few more tears fall. I pulled him in for a hug. One of those special hugs I used to get when I was younger. Like when a pet ran away or when Dad came back from a trip. A nice comforting hug to show you care. So, I felt a slight wetness on my shoulder. I whispered “I love you.” into his ear and cradled him ‘til 3 a.m.

Always Loved You * ORIGINAL SONG*

So I write songs and stuff and here's one. FYI: "Chronicles of a MisGuided Chick" is some kind of album name I came up with and don't you dare think or stealing my work.


Always Loved You
Breann Wathen
Chronicles of a MisGuided Chick

I guess he will never know
How I feel deep inside
So I guess I’ll keep it that way
And never tell him why

Love is so unexpected
Never thought I would give in
Now I’m just an emotional mess
Trying to make you understand

Your lips your touch
I can’t get enough
Your smile your face
Too bad I always say
I’m taken I’m leaving
Never gonna know how
Never ever know
I always loved you

Open doors are never closed
Like my heart it shows
Love to see your face
Then I always think

 How it could be
Just you and me
Burn the pictures now
Happy faces melt in the dark
Memories gone


Your lips your touch
I can’t get enough
Your smile your face
Too bad I always say
I’m taken I’m leaving
Never gonna know how
Never ever know
I always loved you

Ohh Oh
Love it shows
Oh Oh!
Feeling your vibe
Oh Ohh Ohh!
Your love on my mind.

Your lips your touch
I can’t get enough
Your smile your face
Too bad I always say
I’m taken I’m leaving
Never gonna know how
Never ever know
I always loved you

That I
I always loved you

Yeah Yeah
I love you
Oh ohh ohh

NEW FAN FICTION! *REPLACING "QUITE THE CHARMER"* **PREVIEW**

Well, I am prone to keep changing things so here we go again. I replacing "Quite the Charmer" for a different FF. Read that again. I'm not going to quit writing my FF though. First things first, I need a title for it because right now it's called "smosh.wps" XD

Sooo yeah and Second, I need a cast. No, it's not like a play or anything, I just need people to play people. NOTE: I will be changing the name to match yours. If you don't understand what I just said (cause I didn't. not like it's the first time. :P) in the story, your name won't be Sally, it'll be your name. Gub'mint name. So just tweet me on twitter (@ZzZzAaAaPpP) or my email (angel513542@hotmail.com apparently I'm stupid cause I use Hotmail. FU IAN!) ON WITH THE PREVIEW!!! :D

“Can you just please stop? That’s so gross.” I shielded my eyes from her.
“Whatever, you know you’re gonna have to do it someday too, ya whore.” Stacy jabbed the pickle at my abs, which had been coming along very nicely thanks to my AB Core Lounge (courtesy of my mom).
“Uh no. Now stop that so we start planning this party.” I resumed writing down some possible party ideas.
 I still can’t believe that Stacy is getting married before me.
 It’s like I’m the sweet and shy angel and she’s the sinister yet sexy devil. Basically what guys go for nowadays.
“Yeah girl! But note this: I want a huge jar of pickles there. Like HUGE. And maybe you could get some buff but lean-” 
Stacy was mimicking something that looked like a man with her hands, exaggerating on the, well, you know.
“Okay okay! Pickles and male strippers, check. Anthony-I mean Anything else your heiress?” Oh shit.
“HA! I heard that and I knew it!” Stacy jumped up from her floor pillow and began to dance around me, pickle pieces spewing from mouth.
“Stacy! Your getting this crap all the over rug!” I karate-chopped her ankle, making her fall softly onto the red ottoman. 
She flipped over from her belly and rubbed her shoulder, still pointing at me.
“I knew you had a thing for Anthony, you not-good-at-lying-nor-hiding-things-from-me-cause-I’ll-always-find-out sneak!” Stacy pinned my arm behind my back.
“Now say it! Admit that you love Anthony!” Stacy was giggling but this was not funny. Stacy would not make a good housewife because when she had me pinned down, all kinds of mysterious things were residing in my mouth.
“No!” I was coughing but she began to squeeze tighter.
“OKAY! I really like Anthony! I think I might love him with all my heart! He’s just so…perfect!”” Stacy let go and as I got back up, swiping all the lint from my mouth, Ian stood in the door, mouth wide open. 

More to come. I don't know why it looks all weird but bare with me. Maybe cause I copy and pasted it here X)

My Bride Dressed in BLOOD. * ORIGINAL SONG*

So this kind of emo/screamo/punk/dark song I made during Science class (surprised I made it to the 9th grade! :P)



Kiss the bride
She’s taken everything you own
Dragging you down from your
precious royal throne


When you kiss her lips
You still the blood
Of all the others
She has loved


She holds a troubled past within her hollow chest
everywhere she goes
She’s guaranteed to leave a mess


She fooled you son
Now there’s nowhere left to run
Don’t try to put up a fight
She will never left you leave her sight


Licking her lips, holding you hand
Grabbing tightly as she can
Deadly daggers, cold stares in her eyes
Shedding you of your simple life


She’s so satisfied of the battle
She has won
She’s gotten to take the life
Of another she has loved


It was a curse
Shame on her
You said “I do”
Shame on you


Regretting every word that you’ve ever said
Cringing of the thoughts, lying in her bed
She smiles in smug, the whole crowd gasps in shock
She starts to morph into something
You’d never thought of.


She sinks her teeth into your neck
Swimming in the pools of your lies and dread


She laughs at you while you lay on the floor
Breathing every last breath you could ever wish for
She inhales in every soul of the room
Sinking in all the sad unwanted doom


She wrings in heel into your chest
Wishing you for the best

Chicka Boom! Chapter 1 *UNFINISHED*

Jacob was wrapping my hair around the heating wand and going on about his “so-called” love life.
“I mean, if you’re gonna pick me up and ask me out on the damn date, you should pay to bill.” Jacob scoffed.
“That’s ridiculous Jacob. Men these days!” Lisa was flipping through a magazine smacking on her gum quite loudly. It was her break so she was free to do whatever, for the next 4 minutes. I was tapping my foot to Ke$ha’s “Boots & Boys” playing on the high tech stereo. The one that nobody had an idea to work. So you just pop a CD in and go on with work.
“What’s wrong with you boo-boo?” Jacob put his hand on my shoulder.
“Nothing. Just really tired.” I swept my bangs to the side.
“Okay then, I’ll be done in a couple of minutes so call your mom now.” Jacob took a long sip from his Starbucks cup. Who could have coffee at five in the evening? Only him. I speed dialed my mom and told her to head out the door.
“Oh honey, I’m stuck in this seminar for at least another hour.” She was plugging her ear to block out the noisy water fountain behind her.
“But Jacob closes in an hour and it’s gonna take you forever.” I whined.
“Honey, I’ll text you back later, just go to Marco’s across the street and wait for me there.”
“The Deli? Ew. That place needs to go out of business, they use horse meat.” I fake spitted.
“Well go home with Jacob until I pick you up from his place.”
“Okay.” I cover the mouthpiece. “Hey Jacob, can I go home with you? Only for a little while, until my mom picks me up.”
“Sure sure.” Jacob continues to wrap and drop strands of my hair.
“He said yes.”
“Then I will see you then. Bye.”
“Bye.” I slipped my phone back into my pocket. Jacob got out a huge can of hairspray.
“Cover your eyes boo-boo.” He began to spray. I was in a huge cloud of it. I was coughing and spitting out air.
“Well, I warned you.” He fanned some of it away and spun my chair to the mirror.
“How do you like it boo-boo?” He put on his award-winning smile.
My strawberry blonde hair was draped across my shoulders and complimented my very well.
“Wait, I forgot this.” Jacob ran through one of his over stuffed drawers and pulled out something sparkly. He pinned in one of those flower things.
“Now that’s hot!” He gave himself a pat on the back.
“I absolutely love it.” I played with a few curls and stood up to give him a hug. Jacob never fails to make me look beautiful and that is why he is my favorite hairdresser.
“All I have to do is clean up my station, turn off all the lights, and lock up. Soon we’ll be heading for my humble abode.” Jacob began to clean up. I strolled around the salon. Occasionally taking a bottle or canister of something off the wall and look at it.
“’I’m leaving honey! Bye!” Lisa had her workbag slung over her shoulder as she walked out the glass door.
“Buh bye!” Jacob yelled from the back room.
“Almost done honey!” Jacob was packing his designer bag with some goodies from the fridge. I shot him a gaze.
“What? I bought ’em.” He finished stuffing them and grabbed his keys from his station.
“Let’s go.” He pulled the door shut behind him and locked it. With a switch in his walk and the swooshing sounds of the drinks in his bag, we headed towards his car.
“Is this to 2008 model?” I ran my finger across the trunk top.
“Babe, this is so 2011. Do not insult ‘muh car.” He slipped inside this sleek piece of machinery. I pulled open the door and plopped down into seat. I pulled down my skinny jean leg and smoothed out my shirt. Jacob slipped on his neon purple shades and put the car in reverse.
“Music mademoiselle?” Jacob pulled onto the main street.
“Uhm, sure.” I pushed the POWER button and out blasted Usher and Pitbull’s “DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love Again”.
“This is ‘muh jam!” Jacob started to bounce around in his seat.
I giggled and tapped my foot along. My phone vibrated. I had a text from mom.
MOM: honey, i just left the building. i’ll be on my way soon.
ME: kk. we’re headin 2 his place now
After 7 minutes of multiple Top 40 songs & some expected road rage from Jacob, we were finally at his condo.
“A couple of rules Macy before we enter: one, take off your shoes before you past the door. Two, ask for permission before you snatch something from my fridge and three, if I am on the phone, do not interrupt me. Enjoy yourself!” Jacob stuck the room key into slot and the light flashed twice.
“You guys have cards instead of keys?” I threw my hair over my left shoulder and hoisted my bag up higher.
“Yeah, this place is so exclusive.” As he pushed the door open, I could see why.
“Ah ah ah! Shoes.” He pointed at my feet. I slipped off my custom Vans. I examined the place. Nice sleek ultra modern features. Stainless steel kitchen appliances that complimented the rectangle black dining table that was next the spiral staircase. The living room was very bare. All Jacob had was a 57” LCD TV with a deep violets couch facing diagonal towards it, a smooth black coffee table with a few Las Vegas coasters and People magazines, a vine plant hanging from ceiling and narrow forest green bookcase in the corner with very few selection.
“I kinda wanted to keep it simple since I’m like never here.” Jacob began up the stairs. “If you need anything, you just yell alright? I’m trying to get ready for the club opening party tonight.” As he trotted up the stairs, I sat on the couch. It had a nice feel to it. As I turned around, I saw a magnificent balcony off to the distance. You could see the nice San Francisco buildings touching the top on the sky. Well, since I had nothing to do for the next 20 minutes or so, I looked for the remote. I mysteriously found it on the kitchen counter next to some large wooden spoons. I flipped through the channels looking for something to my interest when Jacob yelled down the stairs.
“Macy!”
“Yeah?” I power walked to the stairs to hear better.
“Can you let Moxie and Devin out on the balcony. They’re coming down the stairs now. I totally forgot!”
“Okay.” I heard multiple tags jingling as the two fluff balls (one a deep chocolate brown and the other a nice burgundy color.) step down at my feet. I looked down as they looked at me with doubt in their eyes. I wiggled my toes in my poka-dot socks and the brown one started to growl and yap at them.
“Hey hey hey! Mister or thing. Stop doing that!” I squatted to rub its head. I picked it up to see the gender because I was so confused.  They both turned out to be boys. I slid the balcony door open and the two hurried outside. I felt a light breeze  as I closed the door shut.

Finding Me 2 *CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE*

Finding Me.

Chapter 2

Breann Wathen
Well on my way to 6th period, Hilary pounced on me.

“Ehmygosh. Valerie, you can tell me the plan. No one but you, me, and God will know.” Her breath smelled like something fruity.

“Don‘t you remember at camp in the 6th grade, I told you that William Shack kissed me under the big oak tree and you told everyone?” I walked away.

“What was wrong with William?” Hilary picked her nails.

“White boy afro, thick Urkel glasses, acne, freckles and braces?”

“Oh yeah… ew.”

“Bye.” I felt powerful walking down the hallway. Soon to have the guy of my dreams. How? Well if there is a will, there is a way.

“Hey Val!” I turned around and saw Mark Wister waving at me. He is like in 11th grade and is kinda cute. Not really my type.

“Valerie, you know Kayla Reed?” He was huffing and puffing. His breath stenches of Gatorade and Chettos.

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” I started to walk away.

“Wait, Valerie!” he looked like he needed an emergency inhaler.

“What? I gotta get to Mrs. Taylor’s class before I get a detention!” I was really pissed, I had too many problems.

“Tell her that Mark wants her number.” he ran off to his friends.  Okay, I’ll put that in the back of my mind. Wait, isn’t he dating Shelia? The bell rang. Oh shit. I rushed down to Mrs. Taylor’s class but she had slammed the door shut. I swear… that woman. Well I peeked through the window and saw the usual kids. Jeremy Hay making kissing faces at his girlfriend, Helen Lewis. However, she was too busy make eyes at Victor Green. Gosh, everyone tells Jeremy that she is just a cheater/whore. I mean, she flirts with everyone. Yes, even girls. Seven cheerleaders caught Helen making out with Fiona West in the locker room after a game.

Then Marie Ellis was filing her nails and her twin, Melanie was hiding all the way in the back. Every thinks she is a mute because she never talks. I finally gave up and just banged on the door. Taylor Watkins popped up from her seat and opened the door. Teacher pet.

“Oh, why hello Valerie. Why don’t you take a seat and join us from some history? Detention, Thursday at 3 o clock.” Mrs. Taylor handed me a green slip. Urgh. I sat next to Lawrence Saw. He just loves to stare at me and offer me pencils.

“Need a pencil Valerie?” Lawrence was breathing heavy and I saw a dribble of drool fall from his metal mouth. I could tell that his eyes were just fixed on my chest.

“Oh, no thanks for the 172nd time.” I gave him a fake smile.

“Okay. Just tell me if you need one.” He turned around and shuddered.

“Today class, we will study the history of Benjamin Franklin. He was famous inventor.” Mrs. Taylor just carried on about this dude.  I tapped my pencil and day dreamed of Ian. We were sharing a Root beer float at Danny’s Shoppe. Then we took me to the creek behind the old toothpaste tube factory. We held hands and made out. Best dream ever. Apparently, I ignored the fact that Mrs. Taylor was standing right above me. I looked up and saw her gross double chin and nose hairs. I started to giggle but got my act together.

“Well, Ms. Gregory, would you like to tell us 5 things Mr. Benjamin Franklin invented?” Mrs. Taylor had a devilish smirk on her face.

“Umm, he discovered electricity. Glasses, he is on a hundred dollar bill, the stove, he like signed something important and some other crap. I don’t know.” I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair.

“Well, since you don’t know, here’s an extra assignment for you tonight. I want it in complete sentences and three no, four pages long. My hand tomorrow morning.” She handed me a paper with tiny print all over it.  I sighed and stuffed it in a folder. Of course, I am not going to do it. It is the end of the day and Mrs. Taylor sends us to our lockers. Well, not much homework tonight. But I still gotta go over Jenny’s today. While I was stuffing all kinds of papers and pencils in my backpack, I saw that jacket. I was pissed but happy at the same time. Just to think that if I wore that jacket, Ian would have never noticed me. So that means he was just staring at my boobs. Well that’s just magnificent! Sarcasm people.

“Valerie! Valerie! Hold on girl!” Jenny was stumbling through the crowd of kids.

“Oh hey! How was your day?” I put my arm around her shoulder.

“Oh nothing. But Daniel has like sent me 1,000 text messages.” Jenny pulled out her lime green Blackberry Storm.

“Oh god.” Jenny raised her honey blonde eyebrows in alarm.

“What?” I peeked over her shoulder. I saw the time and nudged her side.

“Jenny, tell me on the bus. The whole school has cleared out.” I giggled. Jenny flipped her hair, smoothed out her skirt and sniffled.

“Okay but be prepared.” She quickly walked to the bus and found a seat. I was kinda lost with all her emotions. I swished into the seat.

“So what happened?” I poked Jenny’s elbow.

“Just look!” she turned her head towards the window and her phone flopped in my lap.

“Umm, look at what?” I just saw a picture of her kissing her hamster, Goo Bear.

“Yeah, nothing to look at.” Jenny pushed the phone in my face.

“And?” I pushed her hands away.

“Daniel didn’t send me anything.” Jenny just started to cry.

“Well Jenny, just send him a message right now.” I awkwardly patted her shoulder.

“I can’t. He is at lacrosse practice and then he was some kinda thing going on at church.” Jenny got a tissue from her backpack and wiped her tears.

“You got a little makeup right there…” I poked at her face. She started to laugh.

“Well, I guess I can text him around 9... Or 8.” Jenny was acting like she was making a life decision. The bus went over a speed bump and made the whole bus bounce. Including my boobs. Like two seventh graders were staring.

“Look at me again and I will put a hex on you two. A hex that will make your flesh rot and your soul catch on fire. Want that?” I gave them eerie eyes.

“No.” One turned back to his seat and stuck his thumb in his mouth.I could tell that the second guy was gonna try me.

“No and you have nice boobs.” He gave me a smirk.  I held my fist up and he scurried to the back of the bus. Our stop was next. Jenny was wiping tears from her face. She has always been a drama queen. My phone had starting to vibrate. I pulled it out and I had got a text message. It was from Kayla.

From: Kayla Reed

To: Valerie Gregory

Subject: Tell Mehh Noww >:I

Message:OMG. I cant bare it anymore. tell me the plann. i promise not to tell the others! plus wear u at?

I’m not texting her back. Well maybe to tell her about Mark. I never really thought of the plan. It really slipped my mind. The bus came to an abrupt stop. It jerked my head forward. I grabbed my backpack and rubbed my neck. Jenny hung her head down and moped all the way to her house.

“Well, are you really positive that Ian has a crush on me?” I nudged Jenny for the fifth time. She was just a silent walking doll. I thought that it wasn’t really anything to over obsess about. He had things to do, he could just text her later. Maybe he means a lot to her.

“Jenny?” I nudged her again. She just gave me a blank stare. She put her phone in my palm.

“Read it.” Jenny sniffled and pulled her backpack on her shoulder.So I look at the phone and there was a text from Daniel. Why was she still sad, she finally got the text that she wanted. Then the truth started to unravel.

From: Daniel Kerr

To: Jenny Rhode

sSubject: :) u already no!

Message:Hay bby. Last nite was so gr8. How about nxt time you bring ur coco lip-gloss and no panties? I wanna take it to the nxt level. Ur lips and body ar magniffisent. Txt meh bak ;D

The jerk. How could he cheat on Jenny like that? I tried to catch up with Jenny. Then her phone began to play “Rude Boy” by Rihanna. Daniel was calling.
“Jenny, you will not believe who is calling!” I held the phone in the air.

“You talk to him. I have nothing to say.” Jenny stuck her Winnie the Pooh key in the door and opened it.

“Heeeellllooooo?” I snickered.

“Oh, is this Jenny?”

“No.”

“Well can I talk to her?”

“She doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

“Please. I gotta explain something to her.”

“You explained enough in that text!”

“No, my brother sent that to his slut of a girlfriend. Her name is Jenny but I think she could ever have the name of someone so wonderful!”

“Oh really?” I think is he is telling the truth.

“Yes really. Now can you tell her that or can I speak to her?” I think I heard him whimper.

“Hold on.” I put the phone in my back pocket and rushed up to Jenny’s room.  She was lying in the floor with her iPod on high playing Beyonce’s ’If I Were a Boy’ and eating some Wheat Thins. She was wearing some PINK sweatpants and a gray tank top with her poka dot bra showing. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and countless make-up covered tissues were on her fuzzy peach rug.“Jenny, he has something to tell you.” I waved the phone at her.   She paused, looked at me and reached her hand out. She snatched it away from me so hard, that I feel that my skin was missing.

“Daniel. I cant believe what you just sent me!” She knocked the box of Wheat Thins over. His voice was muffled but I could hear him somewhat good.

“…My brother…sent that text!…I’m so sorry!” Jenny sat there and nodded her head.

“You sure?” Jenny put her hand over her mouth and looked at me. I gave her an uneasy look.

“Baby…love you…douche bag…meet me…Thursday…please.”

“’Kay. I love you too. See ya!” Jenny made a kissy noise & hung up the phone. She gave me thumbs up.

“Did I do the right thing? Was he really telling the truth? Oh my gosh! Valerie, help me!” She got up and stared into my eyes.

“Uh, yeah. Now let’s get you ready for Thursday and Satuday!” I sparked a big smile. We searched her closet for a perfect outfit.

“Ugh! I have nothing to wear!” She popped outta a pile of clothes.

“I need to do some major shopping!”

“No. You have enough already.” I was holding up a yellow strapless dress. She shook her head no, so I threw it back into the pile.

“Well nothing is really cute.” She pouted.

“Then what the hell were you thinking when you bought all this?” I really wanted an answer.

“Never mind.” Jenny scratched her head and got up.

“I gotta go home soon Jenn.” I reassured her.“

"’Kay, buh bye.” She stuck her neon purple filed nail in her mouth and puckered her lips. I grabbed my backpack, checked my pockets for my phone, and tied my shoelace.

“Wait, how are you gonna get home?” Jenny whispered. I totally forgot about that. And I still have no clue how.

“TARC?” I rose my eyebrows and even shifted my bangs so she could see.

“Ew. Certain gross people ride that toilet on wheels.” She scowled.

“Well, I don’t have any more options.” I plopped down on the pile with her. Those clothes aren’t much cushion because my butt hurts. Jenny checked her phone.

“My mom should be home in half an hour. I‘ll text her and ask if she can take you home.” she gave me that unsure look again.

“’Kay. I’ll wait. So what we gonna do?” I reached in my side backpack pocket and pulled out a piece of Trident gum.

“Well, you could tell me that plan of yours.” She wiggled her finger in my face.

“Well, I don’t really know what I’m gonna do. I just said it to say it?” I buried my face in my palms.

“Why did you lie to the girls?”

“You knew the whole time?”

“Well yeah, your lie cracked when you ran to the trash can to get outta getting asked questions.” She pinched my cheek.

“Well, Hilary and Kayla asked me. But can you help me?” I put my hands together pleading her advice.

“Sure girl and plus, why did star cornerback Mark Wister talk to you in the hallway?” She raised her eyebrow again.

“How did you know about that?”

“I see everything.” She winked.

“Well, he wants Kayla’s number.”

“Text her and dish. She could be hanging on his arm by now!” Jenny whipped out her cell phone and scrambled through her contacts.

From: Jenny Rhodes

To: Kayla Reed

Subject: this beeotch! And muh man <3

Message: mark wister wantz ur numbah. Val didn’t bother too tell yooh! &&& daniel and me broke up and made up. detailz in a sec. call yah soon.

“Send.” Jenny gave herself a pat on her back.

“I know what you could wear!” I shook her shoulders and fumbled all over the floor.

“What?” She looked kinda queasy to me.

“Buy online.” I have answered all of her problems.

“Oh no, I made the biggest mess last year doing that.” Jenny crossed her arms. Five minutes later after debating about her so called “fashion crisis”, Jenny’s mom pulls up.

“My mom’s here, got all your stuff?” Jenny starts to stuff some of the clothes into a drawer.

“Yeah. But you really should buy an outfit online; it’s really simple if you know what you’re doing.” I grabbed my backpack and dusted off my butt.

“Well, thanks for going through all this drama with me in the past…hour. You’re a pretty awesome friend.” Jenny holds out her arms out for a hug.

“Well, I try.” I reached around her. Jenny’s mom, Samantha, honks her horn twice; A sign that I gotta get my ass outta here.

“Text you later?” I grab the doorknob and turn back.

“Pshyeah.” She presses play on her iPod and bounces to P!nk’s “So What”I laughed at her awkward dance moves. I really hope she doesn’t do that at the upcoming dance. The one that I still don’t have a date too. I’ll worry about that later. I slide down the rail, impressed that I made it all the way down without fault. As I walk out the door, I see some kind of note taped to the doorbell. It says ‘from your true love, Kyle. I am in total awe. First, who the hell is Kyle? Is it Samantha’s boyfriend, I mean she is single since the whole Hooters incident with Jenny’s dad. Or is it some dude from school that likes her?