Take My Heart, Part three

[[Part Three]]

 

           Well she hadn't died.... yet. She'd made it through the day.... for now. There was no telling what would happen if she had another dazeless day. She'd be one step closer to breaking. Not that it mattered. She was just working herself to death, and soon she'd meet her mom. Jenn bumped into someone. She looked up.

 It was Spencer.

 

             “I’m sorry," Jenn said quickly, feeling her cheeks redden. She was overly sensitive.

             

He laughed. “No problem."

His get-away-from-me-and-don't-talk-to-me vibe was gone. Was the Spencer she'd met two days ago outside and the one in class two different people?

            Or did he have a split personality? Jenn didn't know, but in the depth of both her heart and mind, she knew she wanted to find out. She didn’t care how long it took to find out either.

            “It’s Jenn, right?" His smile was even there. He had a really nice smile.

           “Yeah. Spencer?" She already knew his name, since the teacher had introduced him to the class but she asked anyways. Besides, they were meeting officially for the third time now.

           "Mhm."

           “I sit next to you in Science." What a stupid thing to say. It was obvious truth that she sat next to him in Science. What an idiot she was. She wasn’t much of a conversationalist though.

          “Yeah." Again, he overlooked her stupidity. He either noticed it, and decided not to notice it, or didn’t even know it.

           “Although you don't talk much."  Another statement. But who was she to say that to him? She’d said like what, ten words to him? She wished she could take it back and stuff it in her mouth.

           “I never do." His eyes twinkled. Why was he overlooking all these things? Or maybe he was thinking about something else. Or paying attention to something else. Either way, she couldn’t figure it out.

           “You’re talking to me now,” she pointed out.

           “That’s because you're different," he frowned. Was that a bad thing? Because he was frowning, Jenn thought it was. His voice sounded discouraged too.

          “Different good, or different bad?" Jenn was curious. And even if she wasn’t, she still would have asked anyways.

          Spencer grinned. “Different good. And if you bug me enough, I'll talk. Try it in two months." He started to walk past her then tossed, “I never told you that."

          Jenn stared at his back as he walked. Different good. Spencer thought she was a good sort of different. Unlike the Hopeless Stupid.

           Jenn shook her head to clear the foggy thoughts, but that did little. With all her mindstrength, she got rid of all thoughts, and images. Except one. Spencer's smiling face.

           Jenn was smiling all the way home.

 

 

 

I can't believe I did that, Spencer thought to himself as he walked to the front doors of the school, bag in hand. He got picked up by his mom every day after school. It’s not that he wouldn’t walk, he’d love to. But because of a  . . . complicated reason, he wasn’t allowed.

He still couldn't believe he'd told Jenn the secret to getting him to talk when he was in his low profile mode. He hadn't told anyone that. Only his family would know, but they didn’t even know that he did this at every school.  Why did he tell her that?

           He hadn't meant to tell her. He was just going to say “it's okay” when she bumped into him and walk away. But there was something about Jenn that made you tell her things.  Things that he didn’t want to tell her.

            Well, there was one thing for sure, Jenn was going to try to talk to him, slowly over the next three or two months. But Spencer knew that when she did, he wouldn't do anything to stop it.

              Besides, he hadn't told her anything. Or so she was supposed to say when someone asked her how she got him to talk.

             He saw his mom's car pull up so he went over, opened the door, and sat in. His mom drove off, from the start of a new beginning. The beginning of a new friendship.

 

 

               

 

                Taylor walked to her locker down the hall. Her locker was in the most boringest, unpopular, bare, place in the school. There weren't any hot guys here, and hot guys never came here.

               She gathered her stuff and checked her reflection in the full length mirror in the back of her locker before she slammed it shut with a huff.

              As she walked towards the back door exit, thoughts raced through her head.

              Her brother was a doofus. He had his hot friends over and ditched her today and now she had to walk home. In high heel platforms, god d****t! She pulled her mini-skirt down, but it was already so short she might as well be wearing her underwear. That’s how she got all the guys though. The ones that went for skanks. But they were the hot ones anyways.

             Taylor heard voices. She slowed down and cocked her ear to listen. She recognized one of the voices as Jenn. Taylor stifled a giggle.

             Jenn was so stupid. Taylor had only used Jenn to make her look better. Ever since she'd met her, that's all Taylor had done.

             Jenn was freaky with her spacing out and dazes, and how she got mad when you called her name during it. She was always muttering after it too. Which was way weirder than the spacing out and dazes.

             There was another voice too. Taylor strained to hear who it was, but she knew for sure it was a male no doubt. After all, the male anatomy and all its parts were Taylor's specialty.

              She looked around the corner and saw the new kid talking to Jenn. And he was smiling! Holy s**t, was that a rumour ready to be spread or what?

               Taylor smirked and headed away towards the back exit. Tomorrow was going to be fun.