Please Love Me (4)

   Jay grabbed a bag full of clothes and the two girls walked out. The night was cold and Jay had on some wore-down sneakers. Major creases were starting to form in them. Their teeth chattered as they walked along the roads. And they started their journey.
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   I took out my Ipod and started to listen to Duffle Bag Boy by Lil' Wayne and some other dudes. Jay heard it and looked at me. She took out one of the earphones as I paused it. "I love that song, it's so cool," she said to me. "I know." "How many songs do you have on it?" she asked me. "382." She looked shocked that I had that many. School was in tomorrow and I forgot to do my homework. I decided I shouldn't go to school anymore. But I had to. 
    She took out her cellphone and started to call someone. She talked to the person for like 3 minutes and hung up the phone. She was starting to stand on her toes like she was dancing. Huffing and puffing she looked over at me, again. A car pulled up and she got in it. "C'mon, let's go." she said, motioning me to come in. It was a truck and I had to pull myself in the car. I almost fell out. A boy, about 18 was driving. He looked at me through the mirror in the front.
   His eyes pierced through me, like a knife going through a piece of meat. "Ahmm." said Jay. "Oh, er sorry," he said. "What's your name?" he asked me. His voice was so smooth and calm. "Ana." I said shyly. "Oh... ok." he said. We drove past my old house and my heart skipped a beat. I saw Abby with some boy. And she saw me, she got up quickly and watched me as we stopped at a stop sign. She ran up to my window, and the guy driving it asked me if I wanted him to roll it down.
   I tried to say no, but my stupid mouth said yes. He rolled it down slowly and her face started to appear.
    "Oh my gosh, Ana! I'm bringing mom out here to show her what a stupid tramp you are." she said. She ran back to the house opening the door for Jill (what used to be my mom) and Scott (what used to be my dad) Of course I wasn't just going to sit and wait for them to come out. We pulled off and down a dirty, rocky, trail. 
   "What's your name?" I asked the boy as we rocked from side to side from the rocks under the tires. "James." he said. I kept that name in my mind. James, James, James. Wow... I'll need to get to no you, "Mr. James".  I really did want to get to know him. He looks so cool to hang with. 
   Just out of nowhere, a deer popped out infront of the road. What was going on. But I couldn't think about it... because the lights were knocked out of me.