To: Stella_star09
From: Emo_screamo
Hey I hope you don’t mind me messaging you I was just wondering if you wanted to go on chat when you get home from school?
-Always Alex
I smile at the fact that he messaged me and decide to respond by sending him an IM:
Stella_star09: hey alex:)
Emo_Screamo: HI! I wasn’t sure if you were gonna get on
Stella_Star09: haha its not like I have anything important to do. Homework can so wait :]
Emo_screamo: of course cause grades arent important at all
Stella_star09: lol exactly
Emo_screamo: so how was school?
Stella_star09: horrible :P I was in the rush and ended up dressing like a prep. U?
Emo_screamo: oh not a good move. I got harassed by the jocks nut I gave them a beating for it ;)
Stella_star09: oh really? Haha
Emo_screamo: no I was just hoping I’d impress u with my non-existent manliness
Stella_star09: lol the manly men are always the bigger jerks though xD I prefer sweet and sensitive
Emo_screamo: well I cried while watching bambi…..
Stella_star09: awwwww what a sweetie :D lol
Emo_screamo: :] wat can I say I have a weak heart
Stella_star09: lets hope nobody breaks it
Emo_screamo: too late I went for a sweet cheerleader last year and she turned me down big time :(
Stella_star09: cheerleaders sweet? I never knew that was even possible
Emo_screamo: well this one seemed like she was diff but of course not :/ I was foolish
Stella_star09: its not your fault. Cheerleaders can be very manipulative. So can jocks.
Emo_screamo: oh? Do tell
Stella_star09: I fell for a football player a few months ago and started dating and he kept pushing me to make out with him even though I wasn’t ready and then we were at a party and we went into a bedroom and things led to both of our shirts being off then the next day he had told all the guys on his team and he broke up with me
Emo_screamo: that son of a… why would a guy ever do that to a girl as sweet as you
Stella_star09: cause sweet girls are easier to manipulate.
Emo_screamo: that doesn’t mean you should.
Stella_star09: I guess. Wow this is a pretty heavy topic for a second convo isn’t it?
Emo_screamo: ya it is. But I don’t feel uncomfortable talking about it do you?
Stella_star09: this is the most comfortable convo I’ve ever had actually
Emo_screamo: me too :]
Stella_star09: so anyway on a lighter note wat are you up to?
Emo_screamo: not much just working on a poem
Stella_star09: oh wat about?
Emo_screamo: that’s where I’m stuck actually, I just can’t find anything to inspire me
Stella_star09: you could write about a river
Emo_screamo: I tried that but it ended up being really bad
Stella_star09: oh I c. when you finish it can I see it?
Emo_screamo: of course :]

We end up talking till midnight when I finally decide to start on my homework. I barely finish before falling asleep. The next day I make sure to wear clothes that are my style, a dark blue jean skirt with black converse and a long sleeved black v-neck shirt. As I spin the dial on my locker Bobby Nomes comes up to me.

“Hey there Estella,” he says leaning against the locker next to mine.

“What do you want?” I ask. How crazy, Bobby decides to bug me the day after I tell Alex about him.

“I was just wondering if you’d want to wear my jersey. You know there’s a football game tonight, I think it’d look really sexy if you wore it with those shorts you wore to the party and maybe we could have some fun after.”

“Not in this life time,” I say grabbing my books out of my locker.

“Come on you would have done it a few months ago.”

“That was before you broke up with me!”

“I was stupid I’m sorry,” he says taking my books out of my hand.

“I don’t need you to carry my books for me,” I say shutting my locker.

“Oh come on, you always loved a sweet gesture.”

“Ya from a guy who isn’t just trying to get into my pants.”

“Ok good point but I’ve changed,” he says checking out my bare legs.

“Ya right,” I say taking my books back and walking away. When I get to class I notice he had hid his jersey in between my books. I sigh knowing I’ll have to leave my safe haven of the bathroom and find him. Instead of tracking him down I text him, still remembering his cell number:

“You forgot something.”

“Oh I was hoping to hear from you ;)” he replys.

“Cut the crap. Where do you hang out at lunch?”

“By the football field babe.” I roll my eyes at how predictable he is but head out to the football field at lunch. I find him by himself behind the bleachers.

“Where’s your football group?” I ask.

“I sent them away,” he says.

“Uh why?” He shoves me against the bleachers and kisses me roughly, sliding his hand under me shirt. I try to push him off but he’s too strong. The hand under my shirt begins to slide under my bra and I use all my strength to knee him right where it hurts. He stumbles back, falling and screaming in pain.

“I told you no; learn to listen,” I say throwing his jersey on the ground and walking away.