The next day, I was lying on my bed, my arms crossed under my head, staring at the ceiling, waiting for my clock to tell me when to wake up. Hearing it, I sigh deeply and rush to my closet, grabbing in my clothes for the day, putting them on. 

As always, I hurry. I’m never on the last second, but this time, I wanted to make it that fast. I wanted to see Jules break up with her.... For me. And I want to see that, of course I do...He does that for me. 

For me...It sounds so special...Sounds like music to my ears, someone does something FOR ME! 

Squealing in silence, I step onto the bus, staring out of the window, tapping my foot on the harsh bus ground. 

*** 

Walking through the school hallways, I had two words stuck in my mind. Jules. Breakup. I’m trying to hide my excitement, but I look like those six-year-old gals when they got a new Barbie for Christmas. Some people are just glancing at me with confusion and disdain, but I don’t care. 

Today, all matters are Jules. And me. Maybe that’s going to break Ann-Marie's reputation and just blow mine! Well, to be honest, I don’t really care about my reputation, but I just got annoyed of those stares at me all day long.  

Not noticing where I’m walking, I feel a huge chest bumping into me...Please don’t be Ann-Marie, please don’t! 

Obviously, it wasn’t her, but JULES!!! 

Oh my god oh my god oh my god! It’s him! 

• Hey Jules! I call out to him as I step away from him, not wanting to keep my head in his chest 

• Hi Nora! So, you ready to see the situation? He asks with a cheeky grin, his blue eyes sparkling suggestively 

• Of course I am silly! I replicate as he gently grabs my hand, leading me to Ann-Marie 

I step a little behind him, so Ann-Marie doesn’t notice me. 

• Ann-Marie...scowls Jules, his expression darkening 

• Oh, hey Jules! You wanted to make me a goodbye gift? She asks with a teasing grin, her blonde hair curling around her finger 

Jules pauses for a second, smirking slightly, running a hand through his hair. 

• You’re kind of close to that, Ann-Marie.... 

Confused, she narrows her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for an explanation. 

• I want to break up. He states firmly, his gaze being cold and unchangeable 

Behind him, I’m hiding my excitement, feeling happier at every second. Suddenly, Ann-Marie keeps her poker face and walks up to him, stopping at his ear to whisper: 

• Whatever you say, jerk-head, but you don’t want to make me your enemy... 

She notices me behind him and laughs evilly, then slaps me, mumbling to herself in a deep voice: 

• Twinkle twinkle little bitch, hate your guts they make me sick. But later, your little Jules won't be here to save ya...