Chapter 4

     The Next day in German, I sat at my desk focusing on the Romeo letter, when Brittney and Meghan walked in. I quietly hid the letter under some papers and turned to them.
     "What is the chance that you have a class with Nate?" Brittney said to me, "I mean come on, I'm only like in the same year as him and we take all the same classes... except for he's in French and not Ban. So really I mean..." she was obviously in a mood to complain, so I stopped her with.
      "He only came in before third period yesterday Britt, so you still have two more hours to discover him in a class of yours. and I didn't ask to have him in my French class. It just happened."
      "Okay not everyone is like you Jean and takes two forgein language classes an who really takes AP Bio? He's not going to be in any of my classes and I'm never going to meet him."
      "Oh I think you will." I said.
      "What makes you say that?"
      "Look behind you." They turned around and sure enough there he stood. Nate Jeffery and all his Italian sexiness.
      "Hi, is this Mrs. Idler's German four? Oh bonjourno Jeanette!" he started his gaze on me.
      "Yeah, you're in the right place." I said and looked up at Brittney and Meaghan. The were both starry eyed and starring at Nate.
      "And this is Brittney Miller and Meaghan Gilman. Okay guys, you're freaking him out." but neither of them seemed to even notice I was in the room.
      "Sie beide, aufwachen won Traumland? Bitte, Bitte!" I yelled to get their attention. They both looked mortified and Nate started to laugh.

      Later in choir class I was sitting in my section describing all my time spent with Nate to my friends Carmen Welsh, Brooke Wesley and Brie Horton.
      "Can you believe he spoke to me in Italian Carmen?" Carmen pushed her long, straight brown hair back and stared at me through her glasses.
      "Really Jean? I thought you were better than this."  she said disappointed.
      "I am I'd never act like this in front of him!"
      "Wow... Not  what I meant, but okay. What does Ren think of all this?"
      "What do you think he thinks? He hates it. He think that Nate is just... Sam stop molesting my leg!" I screamed at my friend Sam who was running her hand up my leg. She looked up at me from underneath her short blond bangs.
       "Oh you know you like it!" she said jokingly. Just then our friend Hannah popped her head in.
       "What?" she asked, "All I heard was 'You like it.' What'd I miss?" She smiled.
       "Just Sam being Sam and creeping on Jeanette." Brie explained.
       "Sam," Hannah began, "I've told you before, and I'll tell you again. She's meant for someone else." She placed her hand on my shoulder and looked lovingly into my eyes.
       "Yeah," Brooke said, then Carmen and Brie joined in unison, "Nate..." They all laughed.
       "But I thought you liked Ren?" Sam said confused. She was the only person to even inquire about that.
       "Well... I..." I was at a loss of words, "I do... but I don't... I mean... I don't know..." they all looked at me with concerned looks. Hannah hugged me and said,
       "You poor tortured soul."