Chapter 22-

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Monday morning.

THE Monday after homecoming.

Everyone's tired, slowly walking down the halls, dreading going to class.

Those who weren't tired, gossiping about what happened the following Saturday night.

The "who slept with who" and the "who got high"

I was too tired for that. Anything and everything I knew that happened, was enough for me.

I don't know how girls can gossip all the time.

I walked into first period.

Mrs.Hollon.

Her name just makes me cringe.

Jacey's in this class with me, but so far she hasn't showed up yet.

As I sat down, a group of the jocks started snickering and staring at me.

"Aye man," one started "high five bro."

What?

I high fived him, giving him a weird look.

All the boys still laughing and whispering.

"Way to get one in bro."

They continued talking to me.

"You're a lucky dude."

"How was she?"

"Did you go easy on her?"

What in the world are they talking about?

How was who? Who did I go easy on?

"Look, if you all are talking about the little fight after the dance I was just defending Jacey." I started.

"Yeah, and you did a little more for her afterwards" one laughed.

What are they talking about?

I thought all day.

I still don't know what in the world they were talking about.

I began walking home, when I thought I'd stop by Jacey's to see if she was home.

She might be sick, she wasn't in any classes today.

I knocked on the door.

No answer.

I looked in the garage, seeing nobody was home.

So I let myself in.

They wouldn't get too mad at me, it's just well.. Me.

"Jacey, are you in here?"

I hear running upstairs and a door close.

"I know your here? Are you sick?" I knocked on her door.

I hear sniffling, then a short "no"

"Jacey, what's wrong?" I opened the door, running to her.

There she was, laying on the ground crying.

She wouldn't tell me.

It's easy to love someone when they're happy and laughing...

But it's hard when they're laying there, not saying a word but crying hysterically.

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