I hate riding the bus to school. It's loud and people don't know how to just sit the hell down, But I guess as long as I have my earbuds on and I'm sitting in a window seat I'm totally fine.
I just can't wait until Chester gets the money to finally buy himself a car. He's had his license since sophomore year, so it's about time he has a car.
He wants a Mazda Mx-5, a silver one to be specific, how do I know? Well one, he tells me about it all the time, and two, he makes us go to the auto mall near the rundown KFC and just stares at it for literal hours on end.
Last week when we revisited it I asked him âWhy don't you ask your parents to just buy it for you or something?â
His parents are wealthy as hell, so it was a pretty good question. He said the reason was because they wanted him to learn to make money for himself and not always rely on his parent's wealth. I think that's pretty stupid and personally believe that if you have money, you should spend it.
I'm Jane McCarter, I'm 17 years old and I live in Bakersfield California with my dad and my pet fish.
I am currently a senior at Westfield High and my best friend, the dork I mentioned earlier, is Chester Allen, we've been friends since 5th grade.
I'm not really âcloseâ friends with any other person besides him and if I'm being honest, Id prefer to just stick with that. Well, I have these... âAcquaintancesâ that I don't really hang out with but just chat with, like Markus for example, he's chill.
As Jane hops off the last step of the bus, she almost bumps Markus Reed, who was on his longboard but quickly makes an abrupt stop and takes off his headphones. âOh shit, I'm sorry Jane,â he says as he picks the longboard up with one hand. âIt's whatever, don't worry about it.â Jane says, dusting off her denim skirt âsoo, I didn't see you last Sunday? You said you'd cover my shift?â Markus said scratching his elbow. âOh yeah uh, I forgot to tell you, I quit.â Markusâs grin fades âWhat? Really? Why??â he whines as they start walking down the sidewalk.
âI dunno, my parents want me to get a better-paying job with more hours.â
âOh, I see,â Markus says before loudly sighing, a little disappointed that heâs lost one of his favorite working buddies. He always liked working with Her. âWell, good luck with that. Iâm sure youâll find something good.â
They walk in awkward silence for a moment before Markus speaks up again. âSo, howâs Chester doing?â
âHeâs good,â Jane says. âHe still hasnât gotten that car, though. I really hope he gets it soon 'cause Iâm tired of taking the stupid god-forsaken bus.â She says before rolling her eyes.
âYeah I hope he gets that car soon too, I want him to drive me to the Winter Formal this year,â Markus says as he flutters his eyelashes and clasps his hands together, cartoon hearts practically appearing in his eyes.
âUgh,â she groans. âdonât tell me you still have a thing for fucking Chester Allen. Trust me heâs not into you He thinks you're, and I quote, âspazzy superâseniorâ. Jane air quoted with her fingers.
âI canât help it! I have a thing for nerdy, zit-ridden, glasses-wearing men! And i donât give two shits about what he says nor thinks about me.â He flips his jet-black hair over his shoulder. Jane rolls her eyes at his antics.
âMark! Over here, dude!â One of Markusâs friends called out from one of the corners of the school. âWell, Iâll see you later, Janey Waney.â
âNever call me that again, please.â Jane pinches the bridge of her nose as he chuckles and continues down the sidewalk on his longboard toward his group of friends.
She starts walking towards the school doors and pushes them open, a whiff of cheap Ross cologne and smelly sweaty teens fill the air.
Humming a tune to herself, she wondered where the hell her best friend was and why he was so late.
Walking down the hallways she unclasps her grey, sticker ridden, Nokia flip phone from the waistband of her long skirt, a Skelanimals keychain dangles from the end as she opens it up, clicking the tiny buttons to find Chesterâs number. Once she finally finds it, she presses and hears the ring, waiting for an answer.
âJANE!â Chester shouts out from behind her. âHoly shit Chester donât fucking do that! I nearly pissed myself!â people turn their heads, but when they see where the loud voice was coming from they roll their eyes and go back to whatever they were doing.
âSorry! Sorry! But Iâve been looking for you for a long time! you werenât at the bus stop or at your locker?!?â He frantically says, out of breath from all the speed-walking heâs been doing searching for her.
"Relax! got sidetracked talking to Markus Reed," Jane explains, placing her phone back on the waistband of her skirt as they begin walking down the hall.
. "I had to tell him about me quitting Hot Topic, and then he started talking about how much he wanted to rail you or something, I donât remember, I kinda tuned him out."
Chesterâs face cringes. âMarkus reed? Gosh, I hate that guy. Heâs so weird with me.â
âYeah I know, you tell me every time his name comes up,â Jane says before finally approaching her locker, twisting the lock to enter her combination and swinging it open to grab her textbooks.
She changes the subject. "The school bus can be such a pain sometimes. But at least I don't have to worry about finding a parking spot.â
Chester lets out a small laugh. "True, true, I can't wait until I finally get my baby (his car). Then we can drive ourselves to school and not have to worry about being late, fighting for a seat on the bus, or having our parents drive us."
Jane lightly grins. "Yeah. But in the meantime, we'll just have to make do.â She says before locking back her locker and placing the textbooks in her satchel.
As they walk back down the hallways towards their shared first period, She starts to wonder if she'll ever be as âoutgoingâ as Chester is. He seems to know most people in the school (seeing how he is vice president of the student council) and is always involved in some sort of activity or club. Jane herself has always been more of an introvert, preferring to stick with her small group of friends instead.
As they approach their English class, Jane spots Ms. Silvera, their teacher, standing outside.
Before they could enter the classroom, someone else pushed them to the side to enter before them. âexcuse me!â They say with a soft giggle, pink Prada kitten heels tapping their way to their seat.
When Jane realizes who it is, anger and frustration start to boil up inside of her.
âFucking.. Merianna SmithâŚâ she says furiously under her breath.
It takes Chester a second to realize and when he does he has a face of worry and concern for his fellow goth bestie. âJane just ignore her and donât let it ruin your day, trust me itâs not worth it dude.â He says while comfortingly rubbing her shoulders.
As Chester tries to console her, Jane feels a pang of guilt for letting her hate toward Mary almost ruin another year of school. She takes a deep breath and shrugs her shoulders out of Chester's comforting hands.
"You're right, you're right," she says, calming herself down. Chester gives her a big smile before leading her inside Ms. Silvera's English class. Jane takes her seat next to Chester and tries to focus on the teacher's lesson, but she can't help feeling that her tension is still palpable.
Her eyes shift towards Mary, who is sitting 2 seats away from her and applying mascara while chatting with her posse/clique, not bothering to listen to the teacher's lesson.
Jane tries to remember when she even started to hate this girl. Was it all because of some stupid middle school drama? Or was it jealousy?
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