POV: Irene

"Irene!" Jennie said running outside.

Neither of us are supposed to be out here right now. I'm supposed to be waiting for my ride and she is supposed to be in school. She's not wearing a coat or anything. She must have just ran out here. I guess I can't talk I'm not wearing a coat either. But I never wear one. The best I'll do is a jacket.

"What the fuck?! Suspended?! I thought we were being good." She said. We? No me. I WAS being 'good'. I guess it wasn't my style.

"Wow how stupid of you!" I said not turning to face her.

"Come here." She said grabbing my wrist and yanking it.

"What?! So you can yell at me some more?! Just fuck off okay?" I told her. She froze for a while and I took that time to walk away. However she appeared in front of me.

"No listen to me I brought my skinny ass out here in cold. You. Listen." she said pointing at me accusingly. I rolled my eyes but stood patient.

"I thought that after all this time you were finally doing something for yourself. That you were finally realizing that if you actually put in some effort you could actually achieve something."

"Funny joke. Nice rant. Good bye." I said before walking away. She came in front of me again.

"This is just like you ya know? You can pretend like the shit you do is because your some big bad girl but it's not. It's you giving up every time without fail. Absolutely no God damn self control." She told me.

"What do you want Jennie? To fight again? that's pretty much all we seem to do!"

"No it's not! You put me through hell but that's not ALL we do. Is that what this is to you? You don't feel any type of friendship?" She asked me with her nostrils flared. I laughed while shaking my head.

"That's not at all what I said. It's like every time I say or do something you see it how you want to."

"How is it then?"

"None of your fucking business." I told her before trying to walk away again.

"Woah none of my business? you know what that is? That's you giving up again!" She said. I tried to walk away but I could feel myself getting pissed. Almost uncontrollable levels of pissed.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" I asked her walking up to her quickly. Then we were face to face in a stare down.

"It means that I'm the only one who puts effort into this relationship. I'm always the one who cares I'm always the one fighting and you don't do shit! And you never care. I feel like I could die and you wouldn't care."

"That's because you're an attention loving princess who can't stand the fact that I DON'T NEED YOU HERE." I told her. She shut up for a while and there was just the only sound was the one of me breathing hard.

"Then why do I even bother. Why do I keep trying to get the attention of someone so emotionless." She said starting to cry.

"You you you. We get it alright. What about me? You know what I'd want at a time like this? I'd want somebody one my side!"

"I AM ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE!"
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" I screamed at her.

That's one thing she can't say. No body is EVER on my side. I'm on my side. And that's the only person I need. M E me.

Let's be honest I'm the shit. I am that bitch. I'll never trust anybody whose name doesn't go I R E N E. Period. Who knows what people are thinking? Not me I'm not a fucking mind reader. I'll make friends. I'll smile and all that shit but I do not trust anyone. Not even my own fucking eyes. and those shits are apart of me.

"You can say your on my side all you want. You can even convince yourself you are. But when you found out something went down.. in your head it was already my fault. Wasn't it?" I asked her. She stood bitterly and I scoffed.

"Exactly. You wanna be my friend? It's gonna take a lot more work than that. I don't cave easily. Not anymore." I told her somewhat degradingly. She clenched her teeth. It was somewhat satisfying to know that I was getting under her skin.

"You think you know me. You don't know shit about me. You don't know how I grew up. You don't know my dreams. My interest. You barely know my personality." She said.

"And I don't want to." I said. She groaned and put her fingers through her hair.

"Liar." She said shaking her head. I was quick to defend myself.

"I am no liar."

"Then you're a faker!" She said pointing at me accusingly. I gasped. I have never faked anything. The last thing I'll ever be is a fake hoe.

"Me?! If anyone is fake it's you. You're the one always hanging out with those princesses." I said rolling my eyes.

"No! If you don't care about me why do you look at me like that?" She asked me. I scoffed.

"I don't look at you like anything."

"Yes you do! Do I look stupid to you? If you don't care about me why do you always look at me the way you do. And why do you constantly look like there is something you want to say or do but won't?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then why are you stuttering?" She said taking a step closer to me.

"B-Because you're accusing me of things."

"So? I thought you didn't care. Why does it matter what I accuse you of?"

"Just leave me alone. Alright?"

"Why don't you hit me again? You've done it before. Go ahead and hit me." She said taking more steps towards me. I backed up again.

"You're too close." I told her. She was mad and unwilling to listen.

I don't know what happened.. I was just mad. Before. I was really angry. I don't know what's wrong now.

"Come on! You like to do it so much! That's how you solve things right?! That's what the bad girl does when she angry!" She said still coming closer.

"My friends and my life are so lame huh? Show me how it's done. Put me in my place. Show me who's boss! That's you right! That's what I was made to think!" She said.

I was just backing up I didn't realize I was about to go right off the curb.. Probably fall to my death.

As soon I felt myself falling Jennie grabbed me by my jacket and pulled me close to her.

She looked really scary and intimidating. And once I was close she didn't let go of me she only looked me in my eyes intensely. I starred at her clearly intimidated. And I don't know why.. I already had the knowledge that Jennie could not beat me.

"You know what I think? I think you're just a fragile little girl on the inside-" I felt myself getting angry all over again.

I shoved Jennie's hand off me but she grabbed me by the jacket again. Looked me in my eyes again.

"You don't like that name do you?"

"No." I barked at her.

"You know why?"

"Cuz I'm not little!"

"Because you know how true it is. You know that on he inside everything still hurts. But you ignore it. This is stupid of you. You hear me? It's stupid. You can't just run away from your feels. Everyone knows that and no matter how much you wanna pretend you know it's true. You can't beat up your feelings can you? Isn't that a bitch?" She ranted at me.

I eyed her with emotionless eyes.

"You want me to feel bad for you? How am I supposed to feel bad for you when you yourself can't even feel bad for yourself. You won't feel. You refuse. SO of course it's gonna seem like everyone is against you." She said before shoving me away from the curve and onto the side walk roughly.

Once free I watched her almost nervously.

Why am I so nervous? She has literally no power over me. Just a minor sting in my heart.

"Gosh you piss me off so bad!" She said kicking the ground. I stood kinda ashamed, kinda bitter, kinda nervous. Somewhat embarrassed.

"Truthfully..." I said starting my own rant.

"I don't like you guys because you make me feel like shit." I said looking at her.

Probably recognizing that it was my turn now Jennie shut up and just looked at me. For some reason I feel vulnerable. Meaning more than likely I'll say something I'll regret. Probably a lot.

"In every way shape and form. You make me feel like shit." I continued. She blinked at me. Waiting for me to get to the point.

"You don't get in fights. But I can't seem to control my fucking temper. You get good grades.. Easily. I have to spend extra time at school just for C's. You have nice things.. Let's not even get me started on your things... You like boys... You don't get the same looks I do every day.. And best of all.. You've still got your dad." I said starting to cry.

Like really hard crying.

I hate to admit it but I'm jealous. But I'm prideful and I'd hate for people to know that. Plus you can't show weakness around the people you beat up. They'll attack you. Rightfully so. But still... Doesn't feel good being kicked while your down.

"I know I do this to myself.. Get upset over simple things. Snap and cuss at people. I'm not respectful like you... I've got no filter. And crying and feelings.. they feel so much like giving up." I said hardly able to get out words with how much I was crying.

"Alright. Come here." Jennie said wrapping her arms around me. I didn't really move or react but on the inside a hug felt really good.

Don't get me wrong I actually do have friends and all. It's just that we don't really do that touchy bullshit.

But.. I kinda like the touchy bullshit.

"You know no body is better than you. Or more important." She said. Then she grabbed my shoulders and faced me and for a second I thought she'd yell at my again.

That was until I looked into her eyes. Anyone with that look does not plan to hit you.

And that's undeniable.

"You don't have to feel like that. Not having things is not a sign of unimportance. Plus you spend less on your outfits and still look good." She joked I chuckled a bit and blushed.

Eww I blushed. I must really be going soft.

"Better actually." She added. I smiled at the ground.

"And you are smart... everyone works hard for their grades. My friends spend hours working and studying." She said.

Oh.. I don't know if I could spend HOURS on anything. I mean.. I have a life.

"And about the temper.. We'll work on it."

"We?"

"Yes we." She said grabbing my hand. I looked at our hands together then at her. Is this a friend thing? What is this?

"Well what dose this mean?"

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It's been a while! Or has it? I don't know.. Maybe the fact that I don't know says that it has in fact been a while.

So if you actually keep up and care about this story then I apologize.

If it seems like any actions are weird compared to words.. Or it seems inconsistent to you. I kinda did that on purpose. You know how when you get mad you just sorta say whatever you have to? No? Is that just me... Okay sweet but anyways.

It's kind of a mixture of truth and bullshit.

Example: Irene big talk

Mostly used just to keep her from getting all gushy .. blah blah blah.. I don't know if I'm making sense or not.