But as I finished talking, her attitude changed for the best. "Oh, I didn't know sweety," she said to me and then turned to Jonathan "I'm terribly sorry Jonathan." "Don't mention it," Jonathan said with a slight smile. With that, my mother said her sorry's and good night's and left. Now it was just Jonathan and I. "Do you think your parents will think it's okay for you to sleep over?" I asked, just to make sure he was allowed to. "Are they for me?" Jonathan said, changing the subject and walked over to me. "I guess I'll take that as a yes then," I said with a giggle, as I repeated what Jonathan said to me only moments ago.
"No, they won't mind," he said in a deadpan voice. "Oh, let me get that for you," I said as I bent over to grab the clothes I dropped. "There you go, I'll just be outside of the room if you need me," I said as I left the room for Jonathan to get changed. Moments later I heard a bump on the door. 'I guess he's finished' I thought and opened the door. But he wasn't. Jonathan had only put the track suit pants on, but not the shirt. I froze in awe. Even though it was dark in my room, I could see basicly everything possible thanks to the streets lights outside my window.
"Veruca? Veruca?" someone was saying to me. It was Jonathan and was then brought back to reality. "Oh sorry for not knocking, I thought I heard you.... well knock on the... well you get the idea," I said in slight panic. Jonathan was right in front of me now and STILL had no shirt on. "Shhh... *laughs* It's okay. Thanks for the clothes," he said politely. "Yeah, well what are friends for?" I said with a giggle to break the ice so to speak. "Friends?" Jonathan said with a giant smile on. "Yeah? Why not. Well we better get some sleep," I said as we both walked back to our beds for the night. "Another day of Highland High awaits us," I said in my best dramatic way.
I was hoping to hear laughter from Jonathan, but I didn't. "Yeah, hooray," He said sarcasticly. I had an idea of what he was thinking. Another daily dose of torture and name calling coming right up. I wish there was a way for Jonathan to let his anger out and get back at them all....... "Good night Jonathan, sweet dreams," I said and then made myself more comfy. Moments later, Jonathan said, "Night Veruca" and then the house was still for the night.
"Veruca? Wakey Wakey!" My mother yelled from the lounge room, which was a good six or seven metres away. Moaning in pain of waking up at seven a.m., I moved around in my bed to wake myself up. Then it hit me, Jonathan slept here last night! Sitting up in a flash, I looked around for him. No Jonathan. Pulling my blanket off as I got up, I noticed a letter with my name on it on my bedside table. Curious, I opened it up.
Veruca,
Thanks for the place to crash last night. It was a night I'll never forget, and I'm guessing you won't either. I had to go home to get some of my school books and some more clothes. Listen, about the kiss, if you want to act like it never happened so it doesn't get in the way of our friendship, I will too. It's up to you totally. I'm sorry about not waking you up, You looked so peaceful. See you at school. Jonathan.
If it wasn't for my mother's screams for me to get up yet again, I would have just sat there in awe of Jonathan's thoughtfulness. 'I love Jonathan!' I thought. As that thought went through my mind, a sudden sense of relief went thought me as well. I'd stopped my denying my feelings for Jonathan. Placing the letter back to where it was, I jumped up and went to my wardrobe to pick out my outfit. I felt like wearing some tartin. With that, I picked out my tartin pants and a black and red shirt. To top off the outfit, I wore my black army boots and some black lipstick.
It was 8:20 when I arrived at school. My first thing to do was to find Jonathan. It wasn't hard to do. In the same place in where I threw the waterbombs, there was a huge crowd of mainly jocks. They seemed to find something very amusing. I walked around the crowd to see what what going on. I gasped to what I saw. It was Jonathan and his friends. But Jonathan seemed to be the main attraction. He had come to school with makeup on and shorts with fish net stockings on. "...Jonathan," I whispered.
His friends were also attacked, only because they were trying to help Jonathan. "Just go away Ted," Jonathan said to what seemed to be the most popular guy at Highland High. He had at least three girls by his side, who were of course all cheerleaders. When Jonathan spoke to him, everyone laughed. "Your nothing but a faggot!" Ted yelled at Jonathan "and those guys are your bum buddies." With that they laughed again, then came a chorus of the word 'faggot' over and over again. I couldn't take this anymore. I pushed my way through the crowd and to Jonathan's side.
"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!" I yelled at the top of my voice. Complete and utter silence fell upon the crowd. Ted was the first to say something, "Well what do we have here?'. I put my arms around Jonathan to support him. The jocks had done a number of hits on him and he looked as though he was about to black out. "Just leave him alone," I started, "Some day YOUR going to pay for this." With that, I helped Jonathan up. The crowd yet again laughed at him and now me. Jonathan's friends had already left. Helping Jonathan walk out passed the crowd, he whimpered. But when we were away from the jocks and cheerleaders, Jonathan pushed my arm away. "Why did you do that?" he said.
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