I never expected this to happen. Never did I think that I would be standing her, kissing him! Nate Jeffery was kissing me! Little miss nobody from the middle of ...
"Don't stop me now, if you wanna have a good time, just give me a call..." I groaned and opened my eyes. It was all a dream... I was in my dorm room at East Harrison Academy, and my alarm was going off telling me to start another ordinary day.
"Come on Jean, wake up!" My roommate Eleanor was yelling at me from our bathroom.
"What for, we still have time Elle."
"No, we definitely have to be in the dinning hall in twenty minutes."
"What?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I yelled as i jumped out of bed and searched for my uniform.
"Well for one thing, I'm not your alarm and secondly you were having such a good dream, that, I didn't have the heart to wake you up. What was it about again? 'Oh Nate, just hold me!' Who's Nate Jean?" She laughed.
"Shut up."
"Admit it Jeanette, you were having a dream about Nate Jeffrey." She put her hands on her hips and raised her brown eyebrow. She knew how I had a major fan girl crush on him and knew that this look would get me to admit anything.
"So What if I was?" I said as I finished tying my converse. I stood up and looked at her waiting for an answer. She looked back at me with her green eyes, this time raising both eyebrows in with an 'are you serious?' look on her face.
"So what? Jean it's not normal to have intimate dreams about guys you've never met and probably never will meet. And do you really think..."
"Okay first," I interrupted, "Who says I won't meet him and Secondly; it was just a dream. Like Nate Jeffrey would ever want to kiss someone like me."
"What ever Jeanette." Eleanor said as she shook her head of curly brown hair. She looked like a silent film star in my opinion. A short crop cut, a small round face with soft features. She was a small girl, only about 5'2". Well Small in comparison to my 6' feet of clumsiness. I had long, knobby legs that weren't good for anything except holding up the rest of my body, most of the time. It's not that I didn't like how I looked, I just thought I could look better. I had blond hair but a golden blond. And big Hazel eyes with a pair of UN-matching, naturally red lips. I looked down at myself, and didn't like it, but what was I to do? I grabbed my bag and adjusted my rectangular glasses.
"I'm ready, you good to go?" I asked Eleanor. She shrugged her shoulders and we left out the door.
Eleanor and I hadn't noticed in the room, but our clock was apparently running slow. So as Eleanor was locking our door, I looked up at the hall clock and started tugging on her sweater.
"Uh Eleanor, I thing wee need to reset our clock later."
"Why would you say that?" she asked. I pointed to the clock. It read 7:24, and breakfast started twenty minutes ago.
"Shit." We said in unison. We then bolted off trying to make the remainder of breakfast and we decided to take the short route to the dinning hall. But thanks to karma, this ended up taking us even longer. But we ran through the hallways weaving and curving through the crowd of upperclassmen on their ways to their early morning classes. We were lucky enough to miss every person, until we turned the corner by the front office when we ran into someone head on and fell over.
"Hey, watch where your going numskull!" I yelled.
"Uh... Jeanette...." Eleanor said in a nervous whisper.
"What was that Ms.O'Connell?" a deep and fearsome voice said from above me. I looked up to see our head master, Mr. Highland, Standing above us with a stern and angry look on his plump face. I looked into his face and got an instant feeling of terror.
"Oh, Mr. Highland... I didn't see you there... sorry about the numskull thing..." I said trying not to sound too nervous.
"So why are you two ladies running through the hallways? Hm... you wouldn't happen to be LATE for something, now would you?" He glared down at us and his mustache twitched. We looked up at him and knew we were in for it.
After about five minutes of Mr. Highland lecturing us on the importance of punctuality, we finally made it to breakfast just in time for us to be able to share a pop tart.
"Hey, where have you guys been?" Brittney Miller asked us. She looked at me with her angry brown eyes. She was short as well. A little bit taller than Eleanor, but not much, she had long, dark, flowing brown hair, but she normally had it up in a pony tail.
"Oh Jeanette here was having a dream about Nate Jeffery." Eleanor said.
"Eleanor! That is not something i want shared with the rest of the world ya... know..." I trailed off as my eyes locked into a star.
"Jean?" Brittney said, "What's wrong with her?" She looked at Eleanor.
"I don't know, Jeanette are you okay?" Eleanor asked me. But I couldn't hear either of them over the Bryan Adams song that had started in my head. And it was all because of him. Ren Berlin, the hottest guy in school, and my best friend. He was walking straight towards me with his brilliant smile, his firey red hair and his bright blue eyes.
Ren and I have been friends since before we were born. Our moms had been college roomies and after that, they had become as close as sisters. In addition, they were convinced that they would have daughters and they would both be as close as they were. A regular mother daughter times two thing. Except, when Mrs. Berlin found out that she was in fact having a boy, not a girl, they kind of dropped the whole thing. But who would have guessed we would have become best friends anyways. And then we grew up. He became the popular jock, and straight "A" student. And I became the nerdy, band geek that people felt sorry for.
"Hey, Jeanette." I heard him say as I broke away from memory lane.
"Oh hi, Ren." I said sheepishly back. I could tell from the glowing laughter in his eyes that he could tell were my mind had just been.
"So Jean," He said as he said down next to me, "I was wondering."
"Yeah?" I answered back ready to do anything for him.
"Could you maybe find time to edit my column for the school newspaper?"
"Oh," I said kind of disappointed, "Okay sure." He smiled at me and reached in his bag to pull out a wrinkly piece of lined paper. He handed it to me and I looked at it. I looked like hi had used it as a napkin on BBQ day.
"This is your column?" I said to him raising one eyebrow. He looked at me embarrassed and said,
"Yeah, I know it looks like shit now, but I'll type it up before I hand it in to the editor."
"You mean I'll type it up. I know how you handle papers." I said and stuffed the paper into my bag.
"Really Jean?" he said and pretended to be surprised. "No, I can't ask you to do that for me."
"Ren, you're not asking me, I'm telling you. I'm typing it for you and I will tun it into the editor. I need to give him my pictures anyways.
"Right your pictures. And anything else?" I looked at him. The truth was yes, I did have something else. But I couldn't tell him. I couldn't tell anyone. I'm the 'Dear Daisy' columnist. So I know all the secrets of the school and with power like that, I have to keep it a secret. And that's why the editor set me up as a photographer. But Ren is convinced that that's not all I do. Ever since I got my position as Daisy, he's been on my case, snooping around trying to figure me out. Which is his job, seeing as he's the paper's 'Facts, Opinions, and Dirt' reporter.
"No Ren, just the pictures, I Swear!"
"Well in any case you're too sweet Jean. Thanks, see ya fourth hour. Bye ladies." He said as he got up and walked away.
"Bye Ren!" Eleanor and Brittney said in unison.
"Jean, I don't know why you haven't tapped that yet." Brittney said. I looked at her confused.
"What did you just say?"
"Uh.... please don't hit me Jean!" she begged. I started laughing at her.
"Come on Britt, let's go before Frau yells at us for being late again." I said and we headed off to German.
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