Making Up...Out {Andrew)
Apr 21, 2009 23:37:51 GMT -5
Post by Jillian Cabell on Apr 21, 2009 23:37:51 GMT -5
Days were just so long when homework was all you could do. She’d been so engrossed in it for days, mainly because she’d put it off for as long as she could and had a couple of things due the next day. And one of the other reasons was because she needed something to keep her mind from venturing into negative thoughts – well besides how boring and pointless homework was, that was pretty negative standing all on its own. But mostly she was thinking about Andrew. And why he was so stubborn and apparently still not over the whole “defending Owen thing.” God guys were such babies; if it wasn’t Owen over Jillian saving his ass from getting pounded on…it was Andrew...for well saving Owen from getting his ass pounded on. So what was she supposed to do? Let not only Owen suffer for a mistake – sure a big, stupid mistake, but still a mistake – but also let Andrew get himself expelled over something so petty when he only had a couple of months left of school? Normally she wouldn’t care for stupid crap like that. But she couldn’t force herself to just forget about. She needed to talk to him.
So deciding that she couldn’t distract herself with homework anymore, she slipped a long sweater over the tanktop and skirt she’d put on for the day, slipped on her converses without worrying about tying them, grabbed her key necklace and slipped out the door. She wasn’t sure what she’d say but she could feel herself getting angry over the fact that he’d just been ignoring her. It wasn’t like she’d meant to make him upset or anything, and how could he still be mad over something so dumb and pointless? Why did she care so much? God, if he didn’t care, why should she? Well if he was going to prove that he was an ass like everyone else said he was, then maybe she shouldn’t even bother with it. What if he didn’t open the door? Or, worse, opened it and then slammed it in her face. Well, then she’d just be even more pissed and find her own way in. Though the thought only really made her a tad bit angrier, so when she found herself in front of his door number, she raised a fist and pounded twice on the door. Tapping her foot impatiently as she pulled her sweater closed and tied it tightly, frowning up at the number
So deciding that she couldn’t distract herself with homework anymore, she slipped a long sweater over the tanktop and skirt she’d put on for the day, slipped on her converses without worrying about tying them, grabbed her key necklace and slipped out the door. She wasn’t sure what she’d say but she could feel herself getting angry over the fact that he’d just been ignoring her. It wasn’t like she’d meant to make him upset or anything, and how could he still be mad over something so dumb and pointless? Why did she care so much? God, if he didn’t care, why should she? Well if he was going to prove that he was an ass like everyone else said he was, then maybe she shouldn’t even bother with it. What if he didn’t open the door? Or, worse, opened it and then slammed it in her face. Well, then she’d just be even more pissed and find her own way in. Though the thought only really made her a tad bit angrier, so when she found herself in front of his door number, she raised a fist and pounded twice on the door. Tapping her foot impatiently as she pulled her sweater closed and tied it tightly, frowning up at the number