Chapter 4 – The birthday
Jillian’s POV
After the shopping trip we all went home. I went right to bed and fell asleep. It had only been a day, though it felt like forever.
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Dan’s POV
The next morning I woke up feeling oddly cheery. Which was weird, considering I am not a morning person. I decided to make some eggs. Then, I heard some shuffling and turned to see Jillian.
“Morning” she grunted.
“Well good morning to you too Cottontail!”
“You’re happy this morning.”
“Hmm, you’re right about that Cottontail!”
“Will you stop calling me that?”
“Stop calling you what Cottontail?”
“Cottontail! Stop calling me Cottontail!”
“Are you referring to yourself in the third person?”
“I hate you.” She grumbled.
“Now, now, is that any way to talk to your guardian angel?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean anyway?”
“I am watching over you Cottontail. This big house is so lonely. You’ll die of depression.” I added dramatically.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need anybody to watch over me.”
“I beg to differ.”
Just then, the door burst open. Is this a thing now? Have I started a trend? Busting doors open? My arm still hurts like a bitch.
“Where ma birthday bitch be at?” Stef yelled.
It was Jillian’s birthday?
Jillian stared at Stephanie blankly and then burst out laughing. Wiping tears out of her eyes, she put a hand on Jenn’s shoulder.
“Oh honey, my birthday’s tomorrow stupid.”
“Aw craaap.” She whined and Jillian giggled in return.
Stephanie turned to me and stared.
“Someone looks like a sexy beast this morning.”
“Stef! What is WRONG with you?!” Jillian blushed.
I chuckled. “See Jillian, at least she admits it.”
“Well I’m going to leave you two alone.” Stef winked. Once Stef was gone, Jillian hit me on the arm, hard. Ouch, that was my bad arm.
“What the hell?!” She shouted.
Jillian’s POV
When, I hit his arm, I noticed that he flinched. I took a step closer to him and scowled.
“Are you hurt?”
“What? No.” He shot.
Yeah. Definitely hurt.
“What happened?” I asked while lifting his sleeve.
My eyes grew big as saucers. He didn’t just have a small bruise or anything, this thing was HUGE, inflated and like, a really weird shade of purple.
“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” It looked really painful.
“Cause it’s not as bad as it looks.” He shrugged.
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Teen FictionSummary: Jillian Myers is a sassy gal. She runs the school- hell, she practically owns it. Everyday is the same; walk down halls like it's the runway, intimidate the uncool ones with her presence, eat, doodle in class... Until the day Dan Adams medd...
