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3.11.08

Polo fest

Jonas cringed out of 3rd period science, dissecting pigs... repulsing. He saw Penelope chatting with Cynthia Cheerleader, the populace popular. Laughing and giggling. He saw Christopher run his hand down her back, down to her butt. Jonas blinked his eyes, why was she letting him do that. Christopher, it, was running his hands all around her. It was touching her, feeling her up. In broad daylight, in school. Penelope, his ex-(apparently) best friend was merging to the hated crowd. The killer crowd. Jonas stand wide eyed in the middle of the hall stoned seniors and confused freshmen swarming all around, and he stand alone... in the crowd.

Penelope straighten her mini skirt and unbutton her polo. When did she start wearing polo's? She stare at Cynthia, pretending to listen, laughing when she laughed frowning when she frowned. She felt Christopher run his hands up and down her back. It felt good tingly she let him move all the way to her butt, he squeezed. She jumped a little and swiped his hand away with a wagging finger, merely flirtatious.

She saw Jonas staring at her, why was he staring? He looked helpless, disappointed, lonely. What, was she a disappointment. Who was he to run her life, with Lucy gone she had to find some way to move on. Lucy. She felt sorry for him but she couldn't keep moping... right? Cynthia had noticed Penelope looking at him.

"Ugh, what a loser," she grunted
"I know I can't believe I used to be friends with him," Penelope lied. Cynthia glared at him, Penelope joined. Jonas walked away. Brrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggg! Late bell.

3 comments:

ellie said...

what a bitter angst scene...love the "killer crowd"..

Anonymous said...

how did i know that would happen? Well anyways that was really good and I feel realyl bad for Jonas. Hey are you going to have any more flash backs? That would be cool. Also i loved the way you described things in this post

Catherine & the Crazies said...

wil i have flash backs??.....hmmmmmmmmm i'd tell you but then i'd have to kill you