Jinx

It's been a week of library penance, with classes going on as usual. I and Iago hadn't said anything to each other since that first library penance day incident. We pretended we didn't know each other even when our library tasks were close together. Although our gazes every now and then make contact by chance, we immediately shift our gazes away from one another. Who would want to talk to each other when something like that happens , and it's not like we have a great friendship, we weren't even friends, so I don't even have to think about him.

I have no friends; I'm still the gullible, timid Jessie who messes things up, and everyone looks at me as if I'm a jinx because of the first week Saturday party. But I have someone, my only friend, Lizzie, the best roommate and friend anyone could ask for. She even skips out on her crews to have lunch with me and be by my side.

"Hey, Tommy, have you even seen the school billboard today?" a girl asked her male friend next to her as I walked to philosophy class.

"No, I haven't. "Let's go check it out, I'm curious what happened," Tommy replied as they exited the lecture hall.

What were they referring to when they mentioned billboards? I had no idea Kim Hugh had a billboard, and what exactly did they mean by that? It wasn't my problem, so I went to philosophy class.

I sat in the first seat I saw, as I usually do, and pulled out my notepad and pen as we all waited for the philosophy lecturer to show up.

The man is always late and blames it on a humorous situation.

Talking of the devil, he rushed into the lecture hall, placed one hand on his desk, the other on his jutted hips, and let out a strange grin at us, "Let's start the class."

"No excuse for today?" joked a student in the backseat.

The slightly overweight lecturer let out a light snicker before beginning his lesson with us that day. I really wasn't paying attention to everything he said because I was deep in thought about how my entire life sucked, my mom in an asylum receiving therapy and no one knows when she'll recover, my aunt sacrificing her youth life caring for Caitlyn and I and even though I'm 18 years old, which is considered an adult age, I don't have a job and I'm dependent on her, I'm really so useless, and finally the only brother I thought knew me and was a part of me is a selfish being who only cares about himself.

Splat! A note pad was violently shoved on my desk, and I looked up to see who did it when I noticed Alan Wolfe sitting next to me; he didn't even look at me once, and he seemed to be listening to what the lecturer was teaching.

"Are you insane?" "Why are you sitting next to me?" I asked softly, hoping that the lecturer wouldn't hear me.

He didn't respond, and he seemed upset. He was obviously upset because of his Gusgus or whatever he calls his car, but if he's that upset, he's not supposed to sit next to me.

"Didn't you hear what I said or are you being deafeningly quiet?" I demanded huffily.

"Look around, there aren't many seats, and I don't like sat at the back seat, and you're sitting in my favorite spot," he said, his gaze fixed on the lecturer.

"Your explanation is irrelevant to me. "Please leave my side and sit somewhere else," I yelled, completely forgetting that I was in a class.

The lecturer and everyone else turned their glances to me, giving me that what's wrong with her look.

"Miss Jessica, you're one of my best students, and what's all this?" asked the lecturer.

"I'm sorry, sir," I apologized, burying my face in my hair, and Alan gave me a witty smirk. That smirk irritated me greatly, but I had no choice but to let it go.

It was entirely Alan's fault; he is very intimidating and has a knack for driving you insane.

"Sir, I'd like Alan Wolfe to leave my side; he's a pain," I told the lecturer.

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, including the lecturer.

"I'm not leaving this seat," Alan Wolfe sneered. "You can leave if you want, I don't mind."

"I'm not leaving this seat because I was the first one here, Mr. Grumpy," I shrieked.

"If I'm Mr. Grumpy, then you're Lady Wacko," he smirked.

"I can see you're daddy's spoilt brat type of kid, so talking to you is pointless," I said, taking a deep breath.

"Both of you should stay calm," the lecturer said softly, attempting to ease the situation.

Alan stood up, his fists clenched by his sides, but his eyes were filled with rage, "don't you dare talk about my dad, I can see your parents never taught you when to talk and when to keep your mouth shut," he said.

"You just listen to what you just said, you say I shouldn't talk about your dad in such a way, but you think you have the right to talk about my mom and dad?" I snarled.

The lecturer yelled angrily, "Both of you should just keep your trap shut."

The lecturer's yell jolted me back to reality, and I felt like an idiot as the students stared at me with disgust. I was so naive that I should have known that no matter what I did, I would always be blamed, while the wealthy would get away with it.

"Jessica, you've let me down. "You should both leave my class right now," the lecturer snarled, pointing to the class exit.

He's actually right; I shouldn't have reacted that way; I'm usually so quiet and oblivious to things, but I couldn't understand why I was so enraged at Alan Wolfe.

Alan stormed out of class, and I walked out with my books in my bag.

I'm not sure why Lizzie became friends with him in the first place.

"This is your fault, it's always your fault," he said as he stood outside the exit door.

"Just let me be, I don't want to talk to you," I grumbled as I walked down the hallway.

Lizzie dashed into our path in a lab coat, she must have left her science practice to come and tell us something, but it's especially unsafe.

"I just found something great!" she gasped as she positioned both of her hands on my shoulder. "Wait, why are you both out of your class?" she asked, her palms still on my shoulders. "Don't tell me you both skipped class," she said, returning her gaze to mine. I understand Alan does that from time to time, but why did you skip class with him, Jess?"

"You think I'll skip class with this Mr. grumpy?" I guffawed. " It's never going to happen. I can't bear the thought of skipping class for even a single second."

"It's not like I'd want to do that with you anyway, you're just a piece of shit, in fact, I think you're a bitch," he said, the corner of his eyes scrunched up.

"I try my hardest to be as cool and nice as I can be," I hollered at him, "but you just seem to know how to pull your strings and drive me insane."

"You act cool?" he said with a chuckle. " "No, you don't, you just preetteennd," he said, lengthening the word "pretend."

Lizzie yelped, "Enuf!" "I don't have time for all of this, You're both my friends, so you should be friends with each other as well. Actually, I only came here to see Jessie, but after seeing what I've seen now, I think you'll both join me ", Lizzie chastised, this time with a wolfish grin on her face.

"What do you mean?" I puzzledly asked.

"I don't have time for explanations; just come with me," she said as she crossed her arms on both of our shoulders and exited the hallway.