There was one too many things you could list when you thought of Jenna Kirsten Grey, although if you go for what immediately went to her teacher's minds, you would see a bright young girl. Volleyball captain, cheer leading captain, student body president, yeah, this was a rather bright girl. The young blonde bombshell, however, was looked at between numerous different perspectives, most of which generated between students of Autumn Groves high school, because to put it quite simply, opinions were gathered and some people had their hopes crushed due to such a female. Oh well, the perky blonde got on with her life regardless. Hazel eyes that were in an almost doe fashion, the female was rather attractive for her age of seventeen (this was one of the reasons why people had the better judgment of lovely Jenna here), her blonde hair taking the time to fall in either loose honey curls or straightened locks of gold, her figure had come out nicely thanks to the genetics that her mother provided. Her curves often on display without having to show very much skin, mostly thanks to form fitting clothes and a cheerleading outfit that brought up the attendance to football games, standing at merely five four, this female was nothing short of gorgeous. However, she had a temper that could quite frankly, kill you.
Always the honest opinion and never the 'beat around the bush' type, the female walked down the hallway with an entourage of three, three girls with brains dimmer than a twenty year old light bulb who easily didn't mind being bossed around. This female handing her books off to a male who was far too scrawny to be on any teams other than the chess team, she lead them all down the hallway before letting them go their separate ways, moving in front of the scrawny boy as he held her books gingerly; A gift of God. Black and red striped knee highs on her feet and representing the school's colors, the female had volleyball practice this afternoon, right after this class to be exact, and was currently dressed in her uniform, short black shorts holding onto her rear nicely. Red jersey loose, though still managing to hold onto her ample chest, exposing her team number, the blonde watched as the skittish male set her things down and immediately darted from the classroom with the absolute fear of getting destroyed as Jenna sat in her seat. Crossing her firm legs and taking a glance out at the early Spring day, she let out a sigh and was already tired of the Statistics class that hadn't even started yet.[/list:u]
Brooke sighed softly as she woke up in the middle of spring. She yawned boredly and rolled out of bed as she looked around. Another dreaded Monday that she would have to go to that stupid school. Brooke turned to see that it was 5:30. She shrugged figuring she might as well go to school early and not be tardy. Brooke was quite different from most of the popular girls at school. She wasn't in any of those teams at school and she was definitely against the clubs at school. Autumn Groves High School was like her prison. Luckily she was already a Senior and didn't have much longer to have to deal with everyone there. She walked to her bathroom and took a quick shower. She looked at herself in the mirror to see what she could do with herself. Her blonde hair had black highlights in it. Her green eyes sparkled from the bathroom light. Brooke had a small tan from hanging out with her friends at the skate parks. She took a deep breath as was 5'8 and was quite happy with it. The only thing Brooke didn't like was that she could only wear a 38 B bra.
Brooke walked to school seeing as she lived only three blocks away from school. She walked inside the school and hung out with her three guys friends. They were amazing and the sweetest guys ever. She was really close to one of them and people thought they were dating yet it wasn't true. He was a closet gay as much as she was a closet lesbian. She had a small rainbow tattoo on her wrist which she hid with her black arm bands. She sighed as she saw a preppy girl give her books to the different boys. The only reason why she truly hated lunch. She bit her cheek as it was obvious she wanted to say something to her. She had on a black tank top with a pair of red and black armbands. She had on a pair of black jeans and a red studded belt hanging out loosely on her small waist. She was quite skinny for her height and had to dodge rumors of being anorexic. Brooke mumbled obceneties as they had classes together. Two classes together to be exact. She grabbed her best friend's hand and dragged him with her. She took a deep breath and glared at the girl. "Hey, Jenna. Are you too lazy to carry your own books or just too easy to be able to do so?" she hissed at her.
Arms over her C cup, sometimes a D depending on what type of week she was having, the female was currently bored to tears as a male attempted at chatting her up before class. Truth be told, Jenna had never particularly taken any interest in the male gender, although that didn't mean she didn't keep up impressions. You know, homecoming queen with her rightful king, junior prom queen with the junior prom queen. Things of that nature. The now senior teenage girl let her eyes roll to the ceiling as that unfortunately recognizable voice shot some kind of petty insult over to her, Jenna's eyes dropped on to the female who was all too familiar, familiar enough for the both of them to know each other in far more ways than anyone else in the school did. "I swear, every time you open your mouth, someone goes into cardiac arrest." Her eyes now glaring back menacingly, the blonde's bangs dusting over her eyelids did not obscure her vision in the least, finishing off her insult, "Now be a good girl and go back to your corner." She spoke through her teeth, hazel eyes staring holes into Brooke's, the tension in the air was outrageous as a half silent set of 'Oooo's went among the students, the bell ringing and the preppy blonde turning her head from the other girl.
The teacher beginning with the usual hello, the woman at the front of the room smile excitedly about something that she was evidently holding from her students, her hands clasped together, "Well guys, it's about that time of the year again. . Statistics projects!" She said excitedly, ignoring the groans of students as the woman shushed them with a light wave of her hands, "And since I've already made the pairs of you all, let's go ahead and get in your pairs, shall we?" The woman began listing off pairs, the blonde watching as one of her friends found themselves paired with a male who may as well be considered a stoner, as slow as he was. The five four female leaning forward against her desk and yawning softly, her eyes looked up when she heard her name called first, "Jenna and. . Brooke!" The teacher spoke with excitement all the while Jenna's pretty eyes grew huge and her mouth fell open into a perfect 'O', "Oh my GOD miss Webb what are you thinking?!" and "Oh my GOD miss Webb, what drugs are you on?!" Emerging into the air from fellow cheerleaders, Jenna had yet to snap herself from repeating that she would have to be partners with that girl in her head. [/list:u]
Brooke continued to glare at the girl with hatred in her eyes. She never hated anyone more in her life than her. Brooke waited for the girl's response as she blew off the poor boy. It probably took him months to ever get the courage to talk to her. "I guess I will have to keep talking until you get that cardiac arrest you little bitch." she snapped at her. People around the classroom loved to hear them fight. This was on a daily routine and they were still impressed. Everything about this girl made her mad. Jenna was so fake to her. "You are the one that looks like a slut." she snapped at her as she balled up her fists. Brooke's green eyes glared back at her. Should she have hit her? Probably. The girl deserved every punch she would get one day. Brooke groaned as she heard the hello and quickly walked to the back of the classroom. Brooke's friend, Brendan, sighed as he shook his head at her. "I didn't punch her face in." she mumbled and sat down in the back. No one knew about their history together and she was glad of it. Brooke didn't need everyone judging her right now. She was already seen as the freaky punk chick as it was to begin with.
Brooke rolled her eyes at the teacher's peppiness. She always didn't understand why the woman was so happy with life. She yawned boredly as Brendan looked at her. "You promised not to fall asleep." he pointed out and she shrugged. "I lied." she muttered as she closed her eyes ready to sleep. She listened to the woman drone on about the projects. She hoped the would be able to pick. Brooke and Brendan made a good team together. She yawned and laughed a bit hoping Jenna would be paired with someone horrible. Brooke's head snapped open and she shook her head. "No No No!" she yelled and slammed her hand to the table with a loud thud. "I am not going to be with that idiot! Do you want to be an accesory to murder, miss?" she asked as some of the other children laughed. Brooke blushed as the teacher glared at the two of them. "You two will be partners whether you like it or not." Brooke sighed as she sat in detention from another class. By the time she got out it was 4 o' clock. She hated every thing right now. What was worse was that the clubs ended by this time. Brooke closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The next couple of days were going to be horrible.
Jenna could not stand the other blonde girl, although there was more bubbling between the glares that were shared between them that the rest of the class knew of, more than they would ever get to know. Jenna knew she wasn't about to announce to anyone that the annoying pain in her ass known as Brooke was once a friend, even considerable enough to call the girl a lover. Frowning just slightly to herself, the comment that was shot back at her left her eyes at their narrowed state, there was a bit of annoyance when she announced that she looked like a slut, shaking it off because she was merely in her volleyball uniform. If the female got out of her dark hole every once in a while, she might just learn that there were more things to do than mope around and sit in dark corners and be disgustingly pale. Her eyes almost daring the other girl to hit her, smirking simply when she walked away thanks to being fearful to their hippie of a teacher, all of these scenes were doing a repeat within Jenna's head as she replayed over and over again that she would have to work with that disgusting girl in the back corner. Her mind returning to reality at being called an idiot, instead of turning around and flicking off the girl with no figure, the woman shot a peppy retort to them both, Jenna folded her arms over her chest. "And what happens if we decide to not do this project?"
Jenna's question caused the woman to frown just slightly, though her peppiness seemed to perk right back up, "Well then that means you might just fail this semester." This comment shocked just about the entire class, the woman releasing them to speak to their partners about their assignment, the female shook her head and went to her volleyball practice in a bit of distress and annoyance. Unfortunately, this meant no other option but having to meet up with Brooke after school, Jenna not bothering to change out of her practice clothes, she moved her hair up into a pony tail before moving outside the gym, the spring air wrapped around her as she sat down on one of the benches with a rather annoyed expression on her face.[/list:u]
Brooke walked out of the clasroom and outside. She had her backpack on her slim shoulders as she walked past Jenna. She didn't even notice the girl. She was already in huge trouble. Her mom grounded her for getting a detention and she had to watch her two younger siblings since her mom wasn't coming home until later. She had an eight year old brother, James, and a six year old sister, Ruby. She placed her hair in a quick bun and took a deep breath. She liked to take deep breaths to keep calm. Brooke was feeling a bit down though. She had been thinking of Jenna a lot lately and how they were when they were little. It all started in middle school.
Brooke was only in seventh grade was she came to the conclusion that she was different. Jenna seemed to be the only one that was open to what she wanted. She had her first kiss with Jenna when they were both twelve years old. Only two years later did they start hating each other. She longed to have that friend back. She loved the way she kissed. She found it rather odd that she wasn't in the male species yet. She shrugged it off and sighed. Brooke groaned as her mom started to call her once more. "Hello?. . .Yes I Know. . .Okay I Know. . . I Love You Too. Good night." she told her and groaned sadly. She was going to have to cook dinner and put the kid's to bed.
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