THREE

Chapter 2

•Josie's POV •

The next few days go by with me being the major talk of the hallways. I mean, can't people focus on their own lives?

At least avoiding Jake has been easy, since we don't have any class together; none that I know of at least. I drop off my books in my locker as I see Owen running towards me.

Doesn't he ever walk?

"Hey Josie," he says after catching his breath.

"Ohh, so I'm finally visible to the marvelous Owen who tried to prank me in the first place, but unfortunately got pranked instead?" I say to him with my arms crossed.

"I just hated the fact that you were able to outsmart me, also my favorite jeans got ruined and I was embarrassed, considering the fact that I got pranked by my own tricks. I shouldn't have tried that sort of prank on you." Owen says, feeling a little guilty.

"Well, I'm glad you learnt your lesson. I just knew you couldn't stay away from me too long." I say with a teasing look.

"So, what's your cause for running this time, something absurd as usual?"

"No, trust me you're gonna thank me this time." Owen says.

"Alright, I'm listening."

"Oh first, I did hear about your scene at the cafeteria by the way, obviously due to your excessive confidence getting into your head, as always." He says, raising one of his eyebrows at me.

"Just get to the point Owen, I don't have all day you know."

"Okay, brace yourself. Jake...Jake Alfresco is taking the same History class you're in this year." He says, while grabbing my shoulders and shaking them furiously.

"Tell me you're joking!"

History is already a case on its own, but adding Jake as a cherry on top, that's so unfair universe!

"Nope, not this time." He says smiling at me.

"This isn't a good thing Owen, why on earth are you smiling?!"

"I guess it's a good payback for what you did to my poor blue jeans." He says, before poking at my left cheek.

"Get your hands off me, I HATE YOU!"

"I know," he says bluntly.

He knows I like saying that, it's like Monica's favorite line in the old tv-show, Friends.

After using my words against me, he simply walks away without turning back even once.

I'm so going to get him for this.

What's the big deal anyway Josie? He's just a human being like you after all; but only he came out as a jerk-face instead.

"He's just a human, he's just a human." I chant to myself silently, as I find my way to History class.

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I walk into the class avoiding people's faces, as I settle for the empty seat at the back.

Sitting by the window has become a part of me since age ten, when I got stuck with a kid with terrible body odor for a whole year.

My only escape from the pollution was the fresh breeze that came in through the window. If not, I'd probably be dead by now.

"You can do this Josie." I say to myself one last time.

He walks into the class and some girls begin to giggle. Are you freaking kidding me? That guy's probably a big time player.