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Post by valerieshawn on Jul 11, 2011 21:35:38 GMT -5
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Post by JEREMY TORNONE on Jul 11, 2011 21:54:55 GMT -5
It was finally time to get home, regardless of whether or not Jem wanted to be there. Normally he stayed at school late, but he wanted to get out of that hell hole earlier than usual. He had just had a falling out with Jezalee Cross, surprise, surprise. It was literally a daily thing for them; spitting weightless words back and forth at one another, but today he had had enough. All she ever did was call him Jeremy anyway. After about fifty 'Stop..calling me that.."s had escaped his lips, he figured that it wasn't his day to win and that he'd surrender a point to the person who he hated so much.
Not wanting to run into her again on his way home, he made a speedy run for the small apartment building in which he resided. He nearly tripped a countless number of times, but he didn't slow down. A he rounded a corner, he bumped into someone. Dammit.. it's Jez, he thought before looking up and seeing someone else to his relief. However, the relief didn't last long. He was glad it wasn't Jez, but there were plenty of reasons why he didn't want it to be Valerie Shawn.
Valerie was pretty much perfect in every way that he could see. It was a bit childish to crush on the most popular girl in school, and pretty cliched as well, but it didn't stop him. He was hopelessly longing to know her. She made him feel like crap, too. Of course, he never showed it. He never did to anyone. He knew how to turn anything unpleasant into a joke, so that's what he did with every normal person. Val wasn't so normal. She made him feel nervous and insecure, which rarely happened for him. He didn't care what other people thought of him. Valerie was just different in so many ways for him.
Crap..my bad. I was..uuh..forget it, he said lightly as he picked up the bag that had slid from his shoulder during the collision. I don't needta run ya to the hospital or anything, right? Can ya see? Are you..in any way.. bleeding or dismembered? The babbling was sort of a signature reaction for him. Of all the people he could have run into..and he had barely made it down the street before doing it. What a lucky afternoon.
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Post by valerieshawn on Jul 12, 2011 17:04:55 GMT -5
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