Chapter 3- "Let's Play Trying To Make Your Ex Girlfriend Jealous"
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I wake up to someone knocking on my door and groan as I open my eyes.
It's 7:15 am—why didn't anyone wake me up earlier?
Dad calls, "Wake up, Ana, you'll be late for school."
"I'm up, Dad," I grumble back.
Getting out of bed, I head to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. My hair looks like I've been electrocuted, and my eyes are puffy; I am definitely not a morning person.
After a quick ten-minute shower and brushing my teeth, I grab a pair of jeans and a red shirt from my walk-in closet. I slip on my Converse, tie my messy hair into a ponytail, and grab my bag and phone. It’s 7:28 am—Justin will be picking me up soon.
I dash out of my room and down the stairs.
"Bye, Dad!" I yell as I run out the front door and down the driveway to where Justin drops me off. Just in time—seconds after I arrive, he pulls up.
"Morning," I say as I climb into the back seat.
"Morning, Ana. Let’s go; we don’t want to be late," he replies.
I nod and gaze out the window. When we arrive at school, I step out, and some girls gasp and start whispering.
"No way, I have to tell Stephanie this."
"I bet she slept with him—what a slut."
"I can't believe Justin and the nerd are in the same car and it didn’t explode!"
"How did she even get into his car? Probably slept her way in."
I shout back, "Who are you calling a s**t? Justin offered me a ride; I didn’t have to sleep my way through anything, unlike some of you!" Justin laughs and gives me a high five.
"Good one, Ana," he grins. We walk into school, where I see the rest of the guys.
"Hi, Ana, what's up?" Jacob greets.
"Heaven," I joke, and the boys laugh.
"What's down?" Jacob smirks.
"You wouldn’t want to know, but I’d love to show you. Meet me in the janitor's closet at—"
I smack his shoulder. "p*****t," I say, then walk to my locker. I spot Stephanie and her minions in a serious discussion. Uh-oh, she’s frowning at me. I approach my locker, feigning innocence.
"You're blocking my locker," I tell one of the minions.
"Oh, sorry, I don't speak nerd," she replies. Just then, the cheerleaders gasp and twirl their hair.
I know who’s behind me—Jordan puts his arm around my neck. "Hi, babe, how's it going?"
The cheerleaders gasp again, and I roll my eyes.
"Are you really dating this nerd?" one asks.
"Yes, got a problem with that?" Jordan replies, frowning. The girl turns pale and shakes her head.
I remove his arm, and the cheerleaders step aside. Stephanie is still processing what just happened, casting flirtatious glances at Justin.
In algebra class, the girls whisper as I sit next to Kyle. He smiles at me, and I whisper, "Looking good, Ky."
He flexes his muscles. "Yeah, I work out a lot. Want to feel?"
To make the girls even more jealous, I squeeze his arm, and a few start to cry. Can this day get any better?
*****
At lunchtime, I grab my food and head out of the cafeteria when someone shouts my name. It’s Jordan, sitting with the guys while cheerleaders try to get their attention.
I sit between Justin and Jordan, who puts his arm around me again.
"Remove your hand or I'll rip it off," I warn. Justin chuckles, and Jordan raises his hand in surrender.
I munch on chips and sip my soda.
Stephanie, just done making out with her boyfriend, glares at our table.
"Let’s make your ex-girlfriend jealous," Justin whispers.
"Piece of cake," I smirk, nudging Justin and saying loudly enough for Stephanie to hear, "You’re so funny, tin tin," before laughing and twirling my hair.
Justin takes my hand, rubbing his thumb over it, gazing into my eyes. I glance at Stephanie, who looks furious and storms out with her boyfriend.
"That’ll teach her not to cheat on me," Justin smirks. "Ana, I didn’t know you could flirt."
"There’s a lot you don’t know about me," I reply, thinking about Mr. Montez being my father and his wife in jail.
Luke suggests, "Let's take a picture when we go shopping Saturday. If we keep this up, we can project all our adventures at graduation."
"Great idea! We’ll write the date and where we went," I agree.
We’ll have a whole album by the end of the year.
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