It was one kiss!

--Chapter 4--

~Monday~

Beep! Beep! BEEP!

        I. Hate. Mondays. I lazily get up and shut the studied alarm clock off. My mind still on weekend time. Normally I wake up Dallas, but I can already hear him moving around his room. 

        Now to face the drama. Will has probably spread the word. Kyle, and Ryan love the attention they get for gossip. I swear they love it more that Ash and Em. I also meet up with Julia and Molly, after school. More than likely because of the Will and Alex thing. Great! (Note my sarcasm)

        I get dressed with my normal school clothes. Jeans and T-shirt. I also through on a light jacket. I don’t showers in the mornings for 3 reasons

        1. It's way to early.

        2.My hair looks horrible if I blow dry it.

        3.It takes 20 mins to blow dry my hair.

        As always I put my hair in a pony-tail. Emma always tells me my hair would look better down, but it gets in my way all the time. So I keep it up. As for makeup. I keep in natural. Just a little eyeliner, and some eye-shadow. Dallas hates when I wear any more than that. Like I said he's super overprotective. Not that I mind. Really it's nice to have someone that cares about me like that. Mom does, of course. My dad it's… complicated. And I like it the way it is.

        “J! Are you done?” Dallas calls.

        “Yep.” I pop the ‘p’.

        Dallas drives me to school. I have my license, but he gives me a free ride, and we’re always on time somehow. I ran down stairs, and almost ran smack into my brothers chest. Yes, okay, he may be taller than me, but that doesn’t make me short!

        Dallas laughs, and tells me to get in the car. As always I’m too late to eat breakfast so I grab an apple, and rush to the car. Double checking I have everything, Dallas leaves.

        “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. We have to pick up Asher,” Dallas tells half to his house.

        “He has a car. Can’t he drive himself!” I say with a huff. He could have told me BEFORE I kissed Alex, and told Will to-

        “Jeez, J. Calm down. And his car broke down. I also need to pick him and Alex up after school.”

        “ALEX!” I yell. “I’m not riding home with you.”

        “Oh my god. Fine. It's not that big of a deal. You really need to calm down.”

        I almost tell him to drop me off on the side of the road, but knowing him, he would complain even more. Plus I don’t want to be late. I may not be a perfect student, or nerd. But I prefer not to get yelled at by teachers. Okay, a few times I’ve gotten in trouble, but none of which got me detection. Dallas says “It's because I’m a good liar”. I mean I can lie, but not very good.

        We pull into Ashers driveway, and he comes out and opens MY door.

        “Out, little person.” He says.

        I huff and snap, “Why should I.”

        He puts on a similar smirk, to Alex's. But of course Alex does it way better. WAIT! I hate Alex, don’t like Alex. I hate Alex. I hate Alex. I hate Alex.

        “Aww. The little person has sass.”

        “Awww. The bit-”

        “Alright J, back. Now. Asher. Say that again and see what happens. Got it. Great” Dallas cuts in.

        I huff, and grab my bag. Stomp on Ashers foot and gives him a sweet fake smile. Opening the back door, Asher laughs, at something Dallas says. More than likely about me. Today's going to be great! (Note my sarcasm.)

~

Rumors. Drama. That school!

        “-ex. She kissed-”

        “-what a s-”

        “-who does she think she is! She-”

        People whisper, as I walk to my locker. After the worst car ride here, people already know that I broke up with Will, and kissed the bad boy. My life sucks. Should I care? No. Do I care? A little…

        I get to my locker, and see Ash is already there. She looks sad. 

        “Hey, girl. Whats up? You look sad.” I say frowning a bit.

        She sighs, then looks around, and says “Will, he, um, he kinda said you broke up with him for,” She pauses, and sighs again. “For Alex.”

        This time I sigh. “Why the hell did I date him?”

        “Because you were-”

        “I don’t need to hear my faults. Thank you very much.” 

        “JEAN!” Somebody calls out. I turned around to see Jacob looking at me, and he looks mad. “WHY-

        “The the hell down Jake!” Ash exclaims

        He takes a few deep breaths then says a little calmer, “Why the hell are people saying-”

        “Already heard. And its Wills fault. NOT mine!” I say.

        He looks at me then Ash, who nodded her head. How could he even think that was true? He was freaking there! 

        “Whatever. See ya Ash.” He looks back down at me. Yes down, so he may be like a foot taller than me, still does not make me short. “Bye, shortie.” He then turns on his heels

        “I’m not that short!” I yell after him. Ash laughs next to me and glared at her which makes her laugh harder. So I turn and go to first period.

~

        I’m currently in french dying. Alex, Gunnar, and Asher are all in this class. And guess where they sit? Right next to me! Of all people me. Alex on my left sharing the same desk, Asher and Gunnar behind us on the next table. Normally they sit on the other side of the room. But when drama is high, they sit with me. Why me!? I kissed Alex deux fois (Twice)! Big deal! Just because we're in the same grade doesn't mean they can make my life a  living hell! Why me?

        “Bien. Aujourd'hui, vous traduirez ces chansons. C'est pour vendredi. Vous aurez deux chansons chacune.

        “Ms. Noland please repeat.” Mrs. Belmont calls out

        “Um,” A shy kid in the back says. I honestly have no idea what her name is. I can be a real b***h sometimes. “You said ‘Alright. Today you will translate these songs. This is due on Friday. You'll have two songs each.’”

        Mrs. Belmont smiles and claps her hands together. “Correcte!”(Correct)

        “I don’t get how she keeps up with this,” Alex mutters in my ear, his breath warm ageist my skin. It sends sending a shiver up my spine.

        “Listen maybe you’ll learn something.” I mutter back.

        He lets out a breathy laugh and turns his attention back to the teacher.

        I normal like french, or can stand it. Not today. I look out the window, and daydream. Lucky for me there's only 10 minutes left in class. As soon as the bell goes off, everybody, including me, rush out the door for lunch. I make a quick stop by my locker to grab my lunch. The cafeteria food is gross, I wouldn't be caught dead eating that. I did, however, try it once. At the very beginning of the school year. Worst decision of my LIFE. Which says a lot considering I kissed Alex Farset, to get back at my ex, twice.

        “Hey! Jean, right?” A deep sexy voice beside me says. I look and see a really cute guy, who must me new. Who did he know my name? Who knows. He had messy black hair, and green eyes. He gave a charming smile.

        “Um, yeah. Sorry but I don’t know yours?” I say as nice as I can. I smile sweetly. It probably looked fake, because it was.

        “I’m Greyson,” He grave me another charming smile. He was… sweet. I guess? Really he seemed like a player, but I don’t know him. Yet. “As you’ve probably guessed. I’m new here.”

        “Couldn’t tell.” I say, sarcasm taking over my voice. So I may not be the most sweet, nice, caring person. My friends say you either can love me or hate me. 

        He smirks. Amusement shone in his eyes. "You seem to know how things work here, right?"

        "No. I've just went here since the beginning of high school," sarcasm leaking into my voice.

        He laughs and turns his back to me, but call back, "See ya around, babe!"

        I stand there in shock. Who does he think he is? He can't just think because he's new he'll get away with it. Dallas will kill him, Alex will t- 

        Who cares about Alex! 

        You do!

        I hate Alex. I hate Alex. I hate Alex. I hate Alex freaking Farset!

        I shake my head and turn around only to find, a very, angry Alex looking down at me.

        “Hi,” I say shyly. I’m normal not super shy, but he more than likely just heard Grayson. My life can’t get any better!

        “Why the hell did he just call you,” -He points at me- “Babe?”

        I opened my mouth to come up with a reply, but why the hell would he care. So I lie. He shouldn't care, it's not like he's my boyfriend. “Why does it matter. It's not like your my boyfriend.”

        He takes a deep breath and walks away. He looked… mad. Beyond mad. Why should care? Just because I kissed him twice, does not mean he owns me. Nobody will ever own me.

        “Jean! Are you okay?” Emma asked. I didn’t even know she was there.

        I sigh, should I tell her? “I’m fine, Em”