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Good Girls Dont Grow On Trees

Chapter 10
Jennas Point of View
 Rick got up and hurried over to the door. I sat there , in his clothes all while wondering who could that be? I heard the door open. Then I heard yelling. I began to get up when i heard .. a gunshot.
I took a panic breath and ran over to the door. It was open, but nobody was there. I looked down, Rick was lying there in a pile of blood."Rick! NO!"I yelled, and burst out sobbing.
He took my hand and stifled a smile"I love you Jenn."
Were his last words. He shut his eyes and then he was gone. I sobbed over his body, instead of calling the police I decided to take matters into my own hands. And find out who did this to him.
I took his body and put it in the car. I drove to the hospital and dumped him out in the front, then I ran to the car and drove away. When I got back to the house I wiped the floor and my tears.
It was then that I began to plan my revenge.
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chapter twelve

"Oh crap!" Dan said quietly. "You have to hide." He looked around franticly. "In there." He pointed to the laundry room which was in the basement.
"Dan?" Nikko yelled again getting closer.
"Just stay quiet. Hopefully this won't take long." He whispered.
The door to the basement opened and Nikko came down the stairs. "There you are."
"Where else would I be?"
"Dude why are you torturing yourself?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Fever Pitch. A.J.'s favorite movie."
"Well you know if it wasn't for certain selfish people."
"Dan think about what were saving you from."
"You didn't save me from anything."
"Dan think realisticly, next year all four of us are gonna be at Loyola. You are gonna be a junior in high school. She's probably gonna meet someone at Loyola. Irregardless dude if she meets someone or not shes gonna be with the three of us. She's not gonna have time for you, she'll forget you. Just face it, it's over Dan."
"You don't know sh-t Nikko!"
"Dan-"
"Nikko tell me what you want or please get the hell out."
"I just forgot something and wanted to see what you were up to. Enjoy your pity party." And footsteps retreated back upstairs. It wasn't until the front door shut that Dan opened the laundry room door.
"Man that close. A.J. whats wrong?" He asked when he saw tears rolling down my face.
"I didn't get in." I barely said.
"What?"
"I didn't get into Loyola."
"Oh.my.god. A.J. I'm so sorry." He said reaching out and pulling me into his arms.
"I can't find the words to tell them. I know they're gonna be mad."
"A.J. I don't really know what to say, I completely understand why you don't want to tell them. But you can't keep it a secret forever."
"It honestly felt good to tell you right now."
"You know what let's forget all of this happened and get back to Fever Pitch." He sat down and I laid my head in his lap. We sat in silence for a while, until I spoke.
"It's not true."
"What's not true?" He asked.
"I could never forget you, and I plan to make time for you wherever I go next year."  He lifted me up and planted a kiss on my lips that led to an eve longer kiss. At this point the movie was long forgoteen and thats when I knew tonight was going to be that night. We moved from the basement to his bedroom upstairs. If I had to guess he stole the condom from Nikko. But it was all slow and gentle, it truly was something that we did out of love. I fell asleep that night with his arms around me holding me close. I remember, thinking as I drifted off I could fall asleep like this every night if it meant being in his arms.

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"What is it? What's wrong?" Michael asked after a long and comforting hug. I took a step back from him and took a few deep breaths.

"I think I want Sophia here too." I said quietly.

"Alright, I'll call her." He muttered, a little disappointment visible on his face. Sophia coming over meant he'd have to make sure that all his dishes were done and orangize the few pillows on his couch a certain way so she wouldn't freak out.

So an hour later after a bit of straightening of his apartment, Sophia arrived.

"That pillow's in the wrong spot. God Michael!" She muttered sharply. Sophia noticed my swollen eyes and frowned. "Michael told me there was something wrong."

"Brandon's back. And he's working where I work." I knew it didn't sound like a huge deal and I knew it probably wasn't, but I also knew they wouldn't judge how I felt about Brandon moving back.

Before I knew it, Sophia had enveloped me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled to my neck, her voice a little by my yellow scarf.

I looked past her to Michael who had a worried look on his face with his lower lip tucked in a little at one side and his eyebrows squished together, mostly because he didn't know who Brandon was to me. "Where is it you work?" Michael questioned.

Sophia then broke off from the hug and stood next to Michael. "Yeah," she chimed in.

"Wendy's." I answered, a little confused.

"How about we stop by every once and a while? To make sure you're like... okay." He gave a half smile and I nodded.

"I can't stop over on Wednesdays, Fridays, or Saturdays though." She gave me a sorry look. "Volleyball and therapy."

"That's okay," I smiled, "you guys don't have to if you can't."

"I'll be there as much as I can." Michael reassured.

"Thank you." I mouthed because I didn't feel like talking.

Two hours later Sophia got up to leave, hugging me another time and giving Michael a few tips on how to make sure that his glass cups don't get the white marks she's annoyed with.

"I think I'm going to go as well." I smiled at Michael and gave him an appreciative hug.

"Alright, by Ali." He smiled.

I walked out the door and took a few steps before the door opened again and Michael popped his head out frowning.

"Are you, uh... ever going to tell me what happened?" He asked.

"Probably soon. Not tonight though, I should get home." I answered, turning back around and heading home.
 

"Oh, hey Ali." Brandon smirked.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but hear a gasp escape my mouth. My mind went back to the night I turned fifteen at that party that Jill hosted for my birthday. I opened my mouth but nothing came out because Brandon was in front of me and he was exactly the same as he was two years ago.

"Cat got your tongue?" He winked.

That's when his smell of pot entered my nose and it all hit me again. I tried to smile but I'm sure it looked something closer to the jokers face than a smile. "Right."

"Well here's your schedule," he handed me a piece of paper with a grease stain on the left corner. "Um, you'll probably be working windows for most of the time you work here. Boss's office is back there," he pointed vaguely behind him and blinked slowly a few times, like he was out of this world.

"Alright thanks." I mumbled before turning on my heel and speed-walking out.

"Wait, Ali!" I heard him yell.

I turned around cautiously. "What?" It came out meaner than I'd intended but in the back of my mind he deserved it.

He said something I didn't expect him to. "It's good to see you."

I didn't say anything back because I didn't know what would do that simple sentence justice. Would it be 'I don't forgive you'? Maybe it'd be 'it's good to see you too'.

When I got in my car the first thing I knew to do was driving to Michael's. So I did that, my brow creased the entire way there and my knuckles white on the steering wheel.

I stood in front of Michael's door for a good five minutes, every memory after that night came flooding back up to meeting Michael at the end of that school year. After five minutes and no tears shed I believed it safe to open the door. But once I'd knocked and Michael faced me with a smile on his face, the tears came running out of my eyes.

I took a step towards him and he opened his arms and brought me into a comforting hug, not even asking yet what was wrong. I knew he'd give me time to tell him.