mar·riage

ˈmerij/

noun

the legally or formally recognized union of two people as partners in a personal relationship

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"Jennnnnnaaaa," I say more than happily as I sit next to her at the breakfast table with all her minions.

"Max!" She snaps, while punching me in the arm, but she slides over her white paper bag of donuts anyway. She can't complain and say she hates me all she wants, but deep down I know she at least slightly likes me. I mean why else give me food? "I've told you not to sell my name like that. It's embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?" I hear from a blonde haired guy I have literally never seen before in my life. He was anything special, average really, super pale almost blindingly pale. He sat in the other side of Jenna making it obvious he is of some importance to me. His clothing style looks like a trash can threw up on his face. There is nothing wrong with facial piercings, but his look stupid.

He had dimple piercings, anti-eyebrow piercings, and multiple nose and lip piercings. He is clearly new to this school or stupid because piercings are heavily enforced in the school's dress code and if a teacher sees him he is getting automatic detention. "Who are you?"

Jenna groans and punches me again, she glares at me sternly, obviously because I asked such a rude question. She sighs anyway and answers, "This is John my ha- my fiance. Now you don't have a shot with me."

"You think you getting engaged will stop me? You'll fall for me in no time and when you do I'll happily take you in. Besides, where is your ring?"

She fumbles around with her words for a few seconds, she isn't as quick in her feet as Veronica or Troy is, but that's what I like about her. She cares about the public's opinions of her, she's sort of slow, but not necessarily stupid, and very beautiful. "It's..getting cleaned! My maid's are cleaning it, I dropped it I some mud yesterday on accident."

"Then wouldn't it be clean by now?" I ask, had it been anyone else talking to me I probably would have said something meaner, but it's Jenna she is just so loveable and sympathetic.

She groans, "Fine you got me! This is actually my half brother, my mom's child. He's a freshman, moved here yesterday because my mom got her old job back." Her smile was obviously forced, I know she doesn't really like her mom, so that must reflect onto her brother.

I smile at her reassuringly, she might not particularly like me, but if I could help her someway somehow I would like to try. She is rich and popular already having basically everything she wants, if the small thing of being there for her is enough, then I'll do it in a heartbeat. I love her and definitely not because of her money or appearance.

I smile, seductively at her and she blushed as she sees me, she's so cute trying to hide the fact she doesn't like me. I mean, of course she does, I'm just the best. She'll deny it all she wants, but her eyes tell me exactly what I want to know. She likes me.

Besides if she didn't like me she'd make fun of me and order mer around. It's sweet knowing she isn't an all snobby rich bitch like they show in the movies. She is only half of that, she can be nice when she wants to be or even when she doesn't want to she still can be. I guess she grew up with a really shitty family life so naturally she would want to be kind to others? I don't know how rich people think, so I can't really say, but I think that is the case.

Then again what if she is only nice to and around me? That be nice, but also kinda shitty I guess. I mean if she was like that would I even know the true Jenna? Yeah, no thank you, I'd rather know her completely without any masks or facades. I think I've gotten pretty close to cracking who the real her is, it's just too well hidden under her popularity and need to appear perfect to everyone.

I understand it though, I sort of am the same way for the same exact reason. After a few more seconds I refocus on the situation and I see Jenna snapping her fingers in my face, "Hey, you OK?"

"Yeah," I say dreamily while exhaling loudly making it ever extra unneeded emphasis on it, "Just thinking about your beautiful face."

She blushes before lightly punching me in the arm, "Shut up!" She hollers, before calming down with an extended sigh, "Have you heard anything from Joy?"

"Not from her directly, but Jared told me she has been getting worse."

"Worse?" Jenna asks as he eyes widen, I understand that though. She has been really distant and reserved recently, which makes it difficult to imagine her being any worse than that. "How?"

"I didn't have time to ask anymore, but apparently she hasn't been eating. I am really worried, you don't think she'd kill herself do you?"

"Kill herself?!" Jenna snaps, furrowing her eyes. "No way...she wouldn't be that stupid...I hope."

I shake my head and lean back in my seat with my hands resting on the top of my head, "I don't think she would, but I don't think people that commit suicide are stupid. Just going through a hard patch in life and they don't think they can pull through." I say, I wouldn't say I agree that suicide is the best choice, but felt down enough to where I thought I might actually choose death over pain.

"You aren't...are you?"

"No way," I quickly answer without even a second of hesitation, people are too predictable, of course she'd ask that. Any sane human being would naturally feel worried about that I guess. I love Jenna so much and she can try to hide it all she wants, but I know the truth, she likes me.

I sigh again, getting ready to open my mouth to speak when the bell ran and I stood to go to class. Sadly her classroom was on the polar opposite side of the school from mine and we didn't have enough time to accompany each other. So I picked up my back, gave her my usual kiss on the hand to tease and walked away confidently.

As I get to be about a foot of the door I hear some yelling from inside, I recognize it as Veronica's instantly, she is very angry. I stop at the door I quickly stay to the side so I am not noticed, I peek my head in to see she is at Jackson's neck and Troy is equally angry beside her.

She begins panting from lack of oxygen and so Troy begins speaking, "Who are you to criticize how she lives her life?!" The simple question takes me by surprise, it also interests me, what did he say? "Who are you to go around insulting other people's home life like that?! Who are you to go up to someone and tell them to be close to a murderous twin sister that came so close to ending her life?! Do you know how horrifying it is having someone who almost killed another human being live under the same roof as you? Or even knowing you are ten miles from them?! Or knowing they literally would kill someone to get close to you? Or hurt you?! No, you don't, so don't go up and tell people 'haha, you should be close to your sister' because you don't understand. You just don't."

I see. I understand now, Jackson over stepped his boundaries again. He brought up Jessica to Veronica, a touchy subject in itself and then proceeded to tell her she should make up with her. He isn't the first to make that mistake and he won't be the last, but he is at fault here.

"I didn't do anything wrong," He quickly hisses back, anger very much evident in his tone. He is pissed, maybe from getting told off by Troy or from having the blame pinned on him when to him it feels like he did nothing wrong. To that I understand, but it still makes me mad he can't admit defeat like a normal person. "I didn't do anything wrong," He repeats.

"Sure," Veronica growls back and before I know it the brunette runs out of the classroom, passing by me on her way. I am about to enter class whenever I hear Troy start speaking.

"You'll never understand how she feels."

"What do you mean?" Jackson growls back with a loud huff. Unsurprisingly no other students have tried to enter, we still have about seven minutes until class starts and no one really wants to go to class early.

Troy sighs before I hear his footsteps hit the hard floor, I know it is Troy's because with how much time I spend with Jackson I've memorized the noise his soft three year old shoes make as the hit against any type of flooring. When the footsteps stop a screeching sound from a chair scratching against the ground rings through the classroom. "Exactly as I said," Trou finally speaks up, "You'll never know how she feels about Jessica. She isn't one to show that sort of weakness to just anyone, V doesn't show hatred very often. V definitely hates Jessica, no doubt about it. You should go apologize."

"Why, I didn't do anything."

"Right," Troy says sarcastically and I can only imagine the face he is giving Jackson right now. "Because she held you by your collar like that because you did nothing. Jackson, I don't care what you think you did wrong or right, it whatever. The only thing she needs right now is your apology, so go find her."

For three seconds silence rang through the room, a venomous uncertain silence. Jackson trying to comprehend what he should do, that or where he should start looking. After another three seconds stomps began pounding against the ground and he was racing down the hall to find her. He's gonna get in trouble.

"How noble," I say simply while stepping in, Troy doesn't look surprised at all that I was listening in, which I find strange, but say nothing. "Aren't you jealous? I mean you do know the two used to date right?"

"Of course," Troy says with a wave of his hand before digging through his bag for his materials for this class. I place my bag on top of my desk before walking towards him and sitting in the seat in front of him, "Of course I am jealous, but I love and trust Veronica. I am willing to set aside my own emotions for her, isn't that what dating is about?"

"Romantic," I say with a face of disgust. They're really perfect for each other, they both would say some cheesy shit like that. Then I feel a sudden pang of guilt, I can't help Jackson get with Veronica - even though I'd never help him to begin with. Veronica and Troy love each other more than anyone in the world could possibly love eachother. If I were to step in that'd be like separating two soulmates.

The two have a mutual understanding of one another, the two trust each other with everything, and they look like models next to one another. They are perfect together in every way, shape,and form. Troy would die for her and Veronica would die for him. Troy understands how much she hates Jessica and Veronica understands how antisocial he is.

Opposites attract right? One couldn't care less about the publics view in them and he other's job is to literally bathe in the attention they get from the public. I wish I didn't have to try and win over Jenna's heart. I know that she likes me, that's a given. She tries to hide it, but she can't. I know she is trying to not fall for anybody because she used to like Troy and he actually ended up with Veronica.

That must have stung.

"Thanks," Troy says with an eye roll. "I just want what is best for Veronica, if that means I can't be by her side at all times, then I don't care. I want Veronica happy more than anything, even if it means I have to die for it."

I simply nod my head, responding wouldn't feel right, there is nothing I could appropriately say in this situation. I head to my desk without a single word and all the student's begin flooding in as I check the time to see we have about three minutes left until class starts.