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As you all know, I had [Keyword 'had'] a short, fairly cute boyfriend. I broke up with him. I didn't have enough, I needed more. [And no, not like that Sethy. I get that enough from you ;3] The boy I first laid my eyes on, Alan, I still like him. I probaly was only with Colton, for my own slefish needs. I chased after him for myself, trying to drowned out my love for Alan, trying to ignore the pain in influnced on me. [I'm to dramtic/romantic xPP] The day before I broke up with Colton, I slipped a note in Alan's locker [which is number 831 by the way] which read:

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Look Alan, there might just be a reason I stare at you. Take a hint. And I may have a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with him. Now, I'm in a bad position. And I'm sorry people are still bothering you. And I'm sorry that I have your schedule stuck in my head. And right about now, I'd love to forget it, I just can't keep it off my mind. Truth of the matter is, lets just be honest about it, I can't keep you off my mind. And I'm sorry about this. Perhaps you don't understand my ways, and probaly never will completly, and for that, I can understand. Anyways, why would you care about if I went girly for a day? [The girl sitting next to me in 5th period, Gabby, good friend said ' I talked to him in prime time, and he said if you went girly or something like that, He'd go out with me.' So I did, for one day. And all this s**t explodes. He didn't even say anything. I mostly wanted to see his reaction. L_L;] Why? Do you want me to go girly? Is it really any of your concern?? Do you need to care about me? Besides, don't you have your own girlfriend? Perhaps if you stop being yourself, I'll stop liing you. But really, I don't care anymore of what you think of me. I'll just say it. I-
I
Love
You.

Jessica Helmholtz

Which the next morning, in second class, [today, in other words] I found out by all the football player that he had stood up on a bench, holding his head, trying not to crack or something of the sort, that he had read my letter that I had written to him to ALL of the football players. [A and B team!! @_@]
I didn't move for a minute or two, not even flinch. The teacher almost sent me to the nurse. I had actualy fallen into my own little world of escape, a trance, blocking it all out, not wanting to hear it. Now, if i was a normal girl, [Which we all know I'm not....] I would of started to cry, later on perhaps. I didn't. I acted as if it didn't even inflicted me. Truth of the matter, it hurt, but deep down inside. So, as a joke, the football players decided to play a joke on me and Alan, writing a letter from 'Alan' to me. It read:

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'Jessica, I am to, missing the feeling inside. I love you to. Lets go out. I will break up with my girlfriend if you break up with my boyfriend.

Alan

I knew right of the bat this wasn't Alan. they try to make it sloppy, but it didn't work. He never scribbles out something, he earese it. And it was signed in cursive. I found out earlier in the year, he said he hated cursive. And he never writes in cursive. Nor, does he ever sign any of his letters he gives me. So I went on with my day, slightly more mopey than usal, but no one takes notes of this except for my friends, which I diliberatly explained what happened, in every deep detail I could think of. [That part happened at lunch, with the friends and all...]
I then went on to fith period. At first I shivered, think of being that close to Alan, and his friend, and had images in my mind, of them, all taunting me. I tried to push it to the end of my mind, but nothing is more irritating than having something tinkering on the edge of you mind, taunting you. When I first got it, I flashed them my normal, sunny smile. [I'm turning into my mom xC Kill 'em with kindness, she always said. Oh, and Specail trio, Bre says hi.] Alan raise his eyebrows in confusion, as if he was expecting me to be hurt, of sniffling, or be a b***h about it to him. He then flicked a paper square waded up at my head, and I picked it up, unfolded it, and it read:

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1. We can't even be friends
2. I feel sorry for the boyfriend who went out with you.
3. Who gave you that not from me at prime-time?
His friends all giggled as I had opened and read the letter, and my smile stayed attached to my face. When they saw I had no reaction besides smiling and picking up my pencil to write back, they stoped and Kaitlen said "You not in the least bit offened?" She asked, with her normal cracky loud priss voice.
"Nope, non what so ever!" I said, smiling at her.
I replyed to him:
I passed it back to him, and he and his friends read it and Kaitlen put something on there, and then Alan wrote on it:

Under this was the crude thing that Kaitlen wrote:

And I cracked up when I saw this. I looked over to her, still smiling and said,
"Darling. You spelled 'are' wrong." I paused for a monet, to see her slightly natural tanned cheeks turn red, in the back of my mind, laughing manicaly, as if I just killed someone. I contunied my sentece, "And, really, you have no room to call me a slut." I said, with a snerk. [I like that word xD] As everyone cracks up and tells her how much she got just got dissed. I felt a great joy in my self, being overwelmed with such great emotions. I cracked my neck, loudly, and popped my fingers, like I always do. I watched as her cheeks turned so red, it looked as if a monkey had put blush on her. I turned, and Mr.Arledge then procceded with a game. He was using a trash can as a basketball hoop, and a wad of paper as the basketball. He asked many questions, that my side didn't know. Unfortainly, Kaitlen was on my side. I answered 10, and got them all correct. Then, I moved into the back of the room each time I got a answer correctly, because then we had to shoot to make a goal. The first time, everyone said go into the front, you'll never make it. But, as I threw it, to their amazment, and mine, it made it. All ten times. I even knocked the clock that was directly above it down, and still getting the goal. I sat back down, and everyone just stared at me on the other side. Apparently, Alan couldn't belive his eyes. We won the game, and I went on. Then, at eight period, Dustin [Better know as Dustpan-Dustball-Dustrag-slipknot-cow-girl ] passed me a note. [Oh, I came up with that name. ^^ I'm soo mean. And Dustin is that guy I told you to flame that hawtemoguy1337 or something like that. -._-.]
His note read:
I complete and utter shock, I stared at it, not knowing what to do. I replyed back saying:
He wrote back:
I replied:
He said:
As I read through this all again, pinching myself to make sure it wasn't some horrible nightmare I'd slipped into, I slowy began to write back:

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Ummm....Umm...Wow. I can't go out with you. I like someone else. Sorry.
You can't come over. I have to go then doctor.

Then the bell rang, I went home after a rather queer day at school. Brandi's dad gave me a ride home on his motorcycle. So, here I am, typing up this long information of my life. Comment back on some revenge plans I could do to Alan, and what you think of my life. ^^
Cheerio! ^^