A and D

OH MY GILLY GOLLY GOSH!!! A and D REACHED WHAT’S HOT #1!!! THANK YOU, ALL!!!

(Yes, I did my funny dance when I saw it.. :D)

6,000 votes, people! Is that cool or what? *laughs*

2,000 fans! I cannot thank you enough! *grins*

I’d like to inform all those who asked me to read their stories that I did read your stories; others are bookmarked because I’m currently doing a lot of things. So please don’t think that I overlooked your work.

Another thing, do any of you live in New Jersey (most probably in Hudson)? And knows a lot about High School Basketball there? Please PM me if you do, because I don’t live there, and this story’s setting is there. Hehehe.. I need to ask a few questions to get the story straight. Thank you.

Oh, and about “The End” thing, I’m sorry for making you gasp, or swear, or stop breathing, or scream, or groan, and whatever else you did. LOL!

ANYHOW, here’s the continuation of A and D’s story…

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Dakota:

Argh. Not again. When will he stop?!

I scowled and sat up, screaming, “Aaron, will you give me a –” I stopped, the current reality crashing down on me.

Everything’s not the same anymore – at least between Aaron and me. I remembered the week after we went on our separate ways; I was awakened by a loud rap noise. Like this morning, I was shouting at him but then I would realize that we’re not best friends anymore – my fault.

I guess the saying; “Old habits die hard” is pretty much true. Up to this day, my subconscious self still feels like nothing had changed. But I know that’s not the case.

Anyway, apparently, the wake-me-up-with-rap-music still remained. I figured that that must be the reason why he didn’t want me to remove the talkie on the wall, very sneaky of him.

Somehow, I feel touched because he still cares about me – even though I practically forced him to choose Annabelle a month ago. But I gotta do what I gotta do. Annabelle gave me a way out to experience High School without all the insults and stuff. It’s sad that I had to lose Aaron in order to experience that.

It doesn’t show but . . . I’m worn-out. My tough façade is bound to crumble sometime. I didn’t realize until that night that I’ve grown into this sarcastic teenage girl who hates High School because of people’s judgmental attitudes. And do you know where the reason of it all’s pointing at?

Yep, you guessed right. It’s pointing at Aaron.

I want to see if there’s another side of me other than sulky and cynical. I don’t know where I’m going with this but I just . . . I just want to be happy and peaceful.

I sighed as I climbed out of bed and went by the window. I searched Aaron in his bedroom but I didn’t see him.

That’s the other thing. I barely see him anymore. Yeah, I always see him in school and at Basketball games but that’s just it. I don’t see him in his room or anywhere outside school grounds. And when he does get home, he closes his window curtain, which is totally weird because we never close our curtains.

Huh. I guess it’s really different now.

But still, it is winter break already and he’s waking me up? Is he not aware that we have no school? What time zone is he in???

I turned around, rubbing my eyes. I was still scowling from that stupid racket. But then I jumped in shock when I saw a guy standing in my doorway. He didn’t even bother to knock. I rolled my eyes at him.

Jason was still the same old nerd I knew. Remember what I said on the first day of senior year about being a nerd comes from the bloodline? Yeah, well, Jason’s the boy version of me – without the sarcasm.

But in all honesty, he can actually look decent for someone who’s supposed to be a nerd. He doesn’t wear glasses, he’s tall with a curly brown hair and brown eyes, and he doesn’t look puny at all.

“I come home from College, have been away for a few months, and this is what I get?” asked Jason skeptically, crossing his arms.

“Well, if you wanted a grand party you could’ve told me sooner,” I retorted, sticking my tongue out.

“I prefer to keep it low profile.”

I snorted. “When did you arrive?”

“Hmm,” he paused to glance at his watch, “eight hours ago.”