Jarah .The Love Fest.

Jarah .TLF. [02]

Lizzi’s Life Lesson #2: always be aware of your surroundings, and people- you never know what or who you’ll come across

Chapter Two

Lizzi Monroe

I wish I could say I had time to reminisce the old days at the park (sorry, my park). But I don’t, because Jared’s an asshole, and Roxie ditched me at the diner (leaving Jared to drive the rest of us to school). It’s almost noon (we have to be at the school by 12:05, have our schedules already, and be in class) and he’s moseying around, looking at his phone continuously, and at this rate, we’re going to be late, or die with how he’s driving. But if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I, Lizzi Monroe, am never late.

It’s rude.

Even if it’s school.

“Lizzi, stop tapping your foot,” Sophie says from the backseat.

Sarah chimes in, “You could stop glaring at Jared, too.”

I roll my eyes, turning to face them, “And why would I do that?”

“Because it’s annoying,” Jared says, eyes now on the road (big surprise there).

Ally suddenly jumps, curly hair flying, hitting Sarah in the face, “There’s a spot right there!”

“Where?!” Jared yells back at her.

“Right there, you idiot!” I scream at him.

I wonder what we look like to people outside the car- it must look like we’re on a road trip, a big family vacation gone terribly wrong because of our frazzled state. I can’t blame them. We do look a bit...strange. Oh well. Not my problem. Jared pulls into the parking space (parking a little side ways, might I add), and I twitch a little. Not straight...not- “Why do you look like you’re about to explode?” he asks, taking the keys out of the ignition.

“Your parking is about as distasteful as your personality,” I say. His smile says he doesn’t care- all fake, and too bright. I flip him the bird, “Screw you.” Jared mumbles something under his breath, and my eyebrows scrunch together, ears straining to hear him correctly, “What did you just say?”

“You’re hearing things again,” he snickers.

I punch his shoulder. Ally and the others have gotten out of the car by now, and I open my door to follow them. The bell rings then, and I curse under my breath, “If I’m marked tardy, I’m running you over!” I yell at Jared as I run past him to catch up to Sophie. The people inside with the schedules are already heading away, but they stop upon seeing us, looking unsure of how to approach our situation. Frazzled or not, we all look fabulous. Look all you want, you morons. “Hi,” I start, using my award winning smile- that usually catches them off guard- “Last name’s Monroe...I kind of need my schedule?”

“Oh,” the person starts. It’s only then that I realize it’s a boy, and not just a person. He’s not very attractive looking. At all. He’s wearing a trench coat. I shouldn’t have used my award winning smile. This is Ralph- someone I’ve gone to school with for most of my life- and he only gets creepier. I don’t mean to be mean- or a terrible person- but once someone’s left you roses in your locker without your permission, written you a french love letter, asked you personal questions that shouldn’t be asked, and gets a little too close...I think it’s okay to be a little mean. “Here you are Elizibeth.”

What did he just call me?

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“That’s your name,” he replies.