Chapter 8 Eighth grade started off pretty boring. Noah and I became closer from hanging out at the dinner with Olivia, talking in class and hanging out the summer. My hair grew out a light brown color, my eyes became hazel, and my skin was once again tanned. My physical changes really didn't bother me anymore; most people just assume I got my hair dyed or something so they really don't ask. Priscilla was still the devil dating Garrett Pindwoom, but I could care less about them anymore. Eighth grade, just as I predicted was extra difficult. I have double the homework and double the studying, but I knew I could do it. I thought it was coincidental that both Priscilla and Noah were in all my classes but I didn't mind. I was lucky to have Noah in my class; I always felt safe around him. We grew closer as the year progressed talking about schoolwork, drama and yes, Priscilla. It was about a couple days before Valentine's Day and I was on my way to band class, carrying my saxophone case and my huge stack of books. I was going over my Science notes for the quiz on Darwinism after band, when I smash my head into an open door and fall on the ground. Great. I was late to class. My head felt dizzy and I felt lightheaded as I got up after my fall. I decide to go to the girls' bathroom to check for bruises and of course, I run into the metal door frame too. Before I could fall again, these strong arms catch me as I'm falling and completely save another injury. I look up to see who it was, and I started blushing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pre typed this one . I know l jumped ahead already, but this "year" will be longer than 7th grade.
Chapter 9 I look up and see an unfamiliar face picking me up. He had extremely shaggy hair that covered his eyes and he wore black framed glasses. "Ermm. Thanks," I respond awkwardly. "No problem. I saw you run into the door and it would've been kind of rude if I walked away and didn't do anything," he replied with his deep voice. I picked myself up and turned to face him; he was... Extremely cute. When he shook his hair out of his eyes, ohmygosh. "I'll take you to the nurse. You have a really big bump on your forehead," he said with a small smile. I felt my forehead. He was right; the pain from the bump throbbed with every poke, "Thanks!" We walked to the nurse in silence; I wasn't sure what to say. We occasionally looked at each other, but every time we did, we would look the other way quickly. I don't know about him, but every time I looked away, I blushed. I couldn't help it; he was... Insanely adorable. When we got to the nurse's office, he explained to her what happened to me. The nurse let me put an ice pack on my forehead and lay on the cot. "Are you staying with this young lady?" she asked the boy that helped me. "Yes, she looks like she needs someone to talk to," he says extra sweetly and smiled. Dang. That smile. Stop it, Rosalie, I thought, you don't even know the kid. I shake my head back to reality. "Hello? Are you going to answer my question?" he asks waving his hand in front of my face like I was hypnotized. "Ummmm, what question?" I say confused. He starts laughing, "Your name?" "Oh, Rosalie Milano," I hold out my hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Rosalie. I'm Jeremy. Jeremy Drettergesh," he takes my hand and kisses it gently. OH. MY. GOSH. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love making up the guys' last names! So fun
Chapter 10 I guess he saw me blushing and smiled at me. I blushed even harder. He let go of my hand and it tingled in the spot he held. Could this be? Do I finally like someone? I shook my head again. No. I couldn't. I didn't want to be hurt just like last time. Thinking about the Garrett and Priscilla incident still makes me wonder. I remember that morning too. My crescent shaped scar was still present on my left forearm. Oh! How I wasted that morning of trying to look nice. "So, Jeremy, I haven't seen you around before," I say a tad awkwardly. "Oh! Well. I'm new. I moved here today! I have family here so..." he responded. "That's cool! Do you like it here so far?" I ask, interested. "Yeah, it's really nice here! VERY pretty girls too," he flirts and emphasizes the "very". Ohmygosh. Was he talking about me? Please be me. NO, ROSALIE, NO BOYS. But he's so sweet, I say to myself. SO WAS GARRETT, my conscience says. "Shut up," I accidentally say out loud. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. Nice going, Rose. "If you really want me to..." he responds pretending to look hurt. "No! I was just, um. Talking. To uh. Myself," I respond. Oh, score! Even better, Rosalie, I thought to myself imagining giving myself a face-palm. "That's adorable," he smiles. AGAIN! With that godlike smile. The icepack on my head was almost fully melted leaving a wet puddle on my face. Jeremy ran to get me paper towels as I rested on the cot. I didn't want this period to end. I wanted to stay here and talk to Jeremy for the rest of the day. Rrringgg. Oh, that dreadful sound of the bell. "Ugh. Class time," I say unexcitedly. "Where are you going?" he asks. "Algebra, with Mrs. Warsnip," I say. "Sweet! Me too! We could walk together," he offers. We walk down the hallway, talking and laughing. Noah and I usually walked together, but I knew he'd understand. "Oh, hey, Rosalie? Sorry, I have to go talk to my cousin really quickly," he says with a sorry look. "Don't worry about it! I'll see you in class, okay?" I say smiling. I see him walk ahead of me just a little to a girl who throws him into a big hug. I see her face as it peeps over his shoulder and... NO. It can't be. Priscilla. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll be updating later tonight again . So woah. You didn't see it coming did you? I know it's been really long, but these events help develop the story. From now and for a little while will all be boys. You're in for a surprise though! I promise!