1A/N: I decided to be nice and post a third chapter. :) I won't post anymore unless I get reviews! So review or at least add this story as a favourite...Something... I just want to know someone's reading my story! :( much love to all xo
Chapter Three
Currently I was walking through the crowded hallways of Linpark High, it was no coincidence it somewhat close to the band Linkin Park. Apparently the school was called St James but money was thrown around by some rich snobs and its Linpark High now. I found the familiar locker, opened it up, pulled out the books I needed and shoved them into my bag.
"Miss Adams," a deep rough voice spoke from behind me. I jumped at the sound, turned around and shoved my bag into the guy. It was only Brian, my guy best friend. Oh and he's gay too. He was the first person to befriend me after the big fiasco; he didn't care what I didn't do. And I didn't change because of him, I changed because of HIM.
"Do you have to do that to me?" I muttered to Brian while I pulled my bag out of Brian's hands.
"As if looks could kill." Brian looked at me sarcastically. I slammed the locker shut and returned to glaring at Brian.
"Yeah well, why do I put up with you?" I looked at him fuming.
"Because you love my manliness, Jet." Brian stifled a laugh. I looked at him in disbelief and smiled slightly at the statement. I put my bag over my shoulder and pulled my idiotic best friend into a hug. He always called me Jet due to an incident at the last Jets concert. Brian and I accompanied my brother Owen to a Jets concert because he had free tickets. We got to see the Jets backstage after the concert and I basically made a fool of myself. Let's just say that Owen saved the night by lending his band equipment that was left in his car from his band practice the night before. The nickname Jet stuck because I "jetted" into the band and um yeah killed their equipment. Oh and you should know, Brian is wearing black skinny jeans and a t-shirt that says "My best friend jetted into the Jets!" It has a picture of me on top of the band and the crushed band equipment underneath (yes, Brian actually took a damn photo of me in such situation, grr) Yeah yeah laugh it up… Brian designed the t-shirt himself in his design class.
What you should know is that I'm currently in my final year of high school and I never ever had a boyfriend before. I wore a purity finger on my wedding finger, which means I was staying abstinent until I got married.
"How was your weekend Bri?" I asked Brian curiously.
"Well I could go on about my fling with Jake's step brother but I'd better not since anything related to Jake or Jake himself is to be brought up," Brian answered nonchalantly before smirking.
"Fuck you." I glared at him.
"Just because you love him." He put his arm over my shoulder and smiled. I stared at Brian in disbelief and shook his arm off me and stalked off.