Katzen Blut

Chapter 3

Katzen Blut

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Chapter 3

Hilary P.O.V.

Have you ever heard the expression "blinded by love?" I have. I almost believe it. Because I almost experienced it. Only, in my case, it's more like "blinded by fantasy."

Me and Josh, walking on the beach. Riding to school. Smiling and laughing together. Of course not. No, I'm not good enough for him. I'm not pretty enough for him. Well he can go to-

"Hilary. Calm down. Let's just go to school," Jake chides as he sees me seething in my room, furiously attacking my hair with my comb.

Ugh. Monday mornings. Mornings in general are stupid, but Monday mornings are the worst. Especially If you were rejected in front of at least half the football team, a quarter of the gossip girls, and 8-10 cheerleaders, not to mention various others.

"Jake, I'm not going. Because that stupidass-"

"What's gotten into you, Hil? When I found you...afterwards, you were so sad. Then your mom and I worried all weekend because you were locked in your room! And now you go and do this! Cursing and not even saying hi when I walked in! This isn't you!"

I was a little shocked. Jake got angry sometimes, but not with me before. It reminded me of how I changed over just one weekend. I was just so angry with Josh I may have taken it out on everyone.

Like Jake said, that's not how I am. That isn't how I want to be. I should just apologize to Jake, but this anger pulsing through me is hard to deal with. It's infuriating yet terrifying. But I am not am angry person. I refuse to be. So I visualize myself taking the angriness out of myself and throwing it away. I open my eyes.

~Jake P.O.V.

Hilary has this weird expression on her face right after I blow up, which I feel extremely bad about. Yelling at girls is not good. It's like one step down from domestic violence, but today I couldn't help it because I worried all weekend about Hilary. And then she does this. She goes completely angry, rude, and selfish. Nobody expected it, especially not her poor mom. I don't know what to do. I've never seen her like this before. Her mom couldn't even get her to eat all weekend, and I was just as powerless. Maybe I could ask Josie to talk to her.

Yup, that sounds perfect. Girls have this weird way with other girls. They have some sort of invisible remote control or something for each others feelings, they can just turn them on and off at will.

Then Hilary suddenly speaks and quickly pulls me out of my little plotting/reverie.

"Ok, I'm sorry Jake. I'm just really fed up with Josh and worried about what school will be like."

She took the words right out of my mouth. What will school be like?

Maybe I can threaten anyone who messes with Hilary, it's not like I haven't done that before...

"It's no problem, La-La. And as for school, I don't know, but I'll be with you all the way, and so will Josie. So don't worry."

^^Hilary P.O.V.^^

I feel much better after talking to Jake. Especially when he calls me La-La. Its supposed to be an abbreviation of Hilary, but he says I live in la-la land regardless of my name. It reminds me of the fantasies i had of Josh and myself calling eachother cute names, and I'm reminded why Jake was talking to me in the first place. But I won't be afraid. Jake and Josie are with me.

When we get to school, I can even hold my head up!

But I quickly hang it when I see the glares and hear the snickers. Someone even yells out, "Hey golden girl! Guess you weren't good enough for Josh, huh?"

His words hurt; they're the truth. I'm not good enough because I don't have the looks or the status or the money he has. I just look away from the guy and keep walking. Jake sends him a nasty glare and we continue to homeroom.

In homeroom there are even more snickers and taunts. It continues through lunch, since I don't share any classes with my friends until the afternoon. On my way to lunch, a girl from my English class, pushes me against the lockers, and asks me, "Who do you think you are?! You can't just parade around asking someone like Josh on a date, you moron! He just broke up with Lucy! Ugh, you jerk! I have no idea what you were thinking! Asking Josh on a date! There was a football game on Friday, too. As if he would miss that for you. What an idiot."

She then walked away with her nose in the air.

After that girl's little explosion, the weirdest thing happened. The goth-looking guy with the black hair and piercings came up to me, and slammed his fist against the lockers directly above my head. It scared me so bad I let out a cross between a yelp and a whimper. Sometimes I worry that I'm half chihuahua.

Then the guy looked down at me and said simply, "I'm sorry but those stupid self absorbed bitches annoy the hell outta me. By the way, are you alright? You look like you witnessed a murder."

I just nodded, jaw on the floor, not knowing what else to do. He smiled then and walked away, saying, "Well, if you're alright, I'm outta here. If anyone bugs you again, just tell me, ok?"

I nodded again even though I knew he coudnt see me. What was that all about? I don't even know his name? Who is that guy? 'If anyone bugs you again, just tell me, ok?' Was that a pickup line?

Jake materializes behind me, muttering to himself, something along the lines of 'stupid Garett....get him for scaring her....get Josh too, the jerk...' Now I'm confused. The boys around me just love to baffle me, don't they?

Finally Jake looks up and notices me, then smiles. I let out a sigh. I can't keep up.

After lunch, the rest of the day is similar to the beginning, except I have either Jake or Josie in all my classes. They make the teasing easier to endure.

Garett P.O.V.\\\\

I know I should've stayed out of her way. I know I shouldn't have intervened. Did I listen to my subconscious? Of course not. Idiot! She probably thinks I'm a stalker or a poser.

Argh! Of course I had to fall for the sweet, shy girl. No, not some easy-to-please cheerleader, that would be too simple. And for me, nothing is ever simple. But then I'm reminded why I fell for her. And it all seems worth it.

Hilary P.O.V.

When it's time to get home, Josie says she has something to tell me. We walk to my house together. On the way, she explains her idea. I smiled. Perfect.