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Gerard walked me to gym class like he always does. He paused a little as he leant down to kiss me goodbye. I look over he's watching Jessica head into the girl's locker room. Fuck. I guess since they switched her schedule around she's in my gym class now. Great.

I look up at Gerard. He doesn't say anything. He knows I saw him looking at her. Is he waiting for me to say something? Before I can even open my mouth he leans over and kisses my check quickly.

"I gotta go." He says as he quickly turns and heads down the hall. Whatever. Now that I know who Jessica is maybe I'll ask her about him... maybe not... Marie was right. She obviously knew who I was and she probably assumed I knew who she was and she asked to sit with us? What the fuck? And then she pulls him down the hall? Holding his hand no less... rrgh.. I wonder what kinda game she's up to? I cursed her a little under my breath as I headed in to the locker room.

Now I've been sharing a gym locker with Lisa R. I mean they only give you five minutes to change into your gym clothes. It takes me five minutes to open my lock! Lisa's pretty cool about sharing, I've known her forever too- but whenever she's absent I end up sitting out of class cause I cant get her locker open. I have the combination, I just can't open it!

"Hi Elle." She says smiling a little funny at me.

"What's up Lisa?" I say grabbing my t-shirt from the locker. She shrugs a little, still smiling a little funny. Jessica is like 2 feet away. There's a whole room full of aisle after aisle of lockers and she fucking picks one a few feet away from me to put her stuff in. Bitch.

"So I was talking to Heather last period." Lisa giggles. I smiled. Well that took Heather a little longer than I thought. Jessica looks over at us.

"Not now Lisa." I tell her as I turned my back to Jessica and lift my shirt off to change into the t-shirt. Lisa looks over at Jessica. She didn't recognize her, I could tell.

"Oh my god that girl is like totally staring at you." Lisa grabs my arm and whispers into my ear. I look over my shoulder at Jessica who turned quickly.

"Her?" I mouth and Lisa nods making a face. I shrug.

"So um are you going to go the dance with Paul Elle or what?" Lisa says as I finish changing. I hear Jessica cough a little behind me.

"No!" I say loudly. "I already told Heather I'm not." I tell Lisa. "I don't know why she keeps fucking insisting that." I yell a little.

"Its no big deal Elle." Lisa says laughing a little. "I think Heathers just freaking cause that guy she was dating-"

"Who Tim?" I interrupt.

"Mm hmm.Tim and her broke up." Lisa says as I tie my sneakers. Lisa was just standing there watching. Waiting for me cause I'm so slow. Almost everyone else was in the gym already. Jessica was shuffling things around in her locker. Eavesdropping on me and Lisa quite obviously too. I don't give a fuck. What the fuck does she think she's going to hear some mind-blowing gossip and go run and tell Gerard?

"So who's she going with now?" I ask Lisa.

"I don't know. Maybe she'll go with Paul!" Lisa laughs.

"Oh fuck no!" I say getting up laughing a little to.

"So you'd care?" Lisa asks me as she shuts the locker.

"No I don't care! You know I'm with Gerard now." I say loud enough for Jessica to hear.

"I know." Lisa giggles. "Heather told me."

I smile at her. "I could give a fuck what Paul does Lisa, I mean I wish he finds another girl and leaves me alone but I feel bad for any girl that gets involved with him. I mean Gerard's right he's a psychopath." I tell Lisa as we walk into the gym. Jessica was trailing behind us.

"Do you want partner up?" Lisa asks me picking up the badminton racket. I give her that are you crazy look like I always do when she asks me to play with her. "Yeah yeah I know." She laughs a little. "you're going with Bob." She sighs.

"See ya later Lisa." I tell her as she jogs off to catch up with Janice. Janice is almost as competitive as Lisa is. There was only four nets set up in the gym, so not everyone can 'play' at once. Bob was sitting in the bleachers waiting. We usually let everyone have a turn or two turns (Lisa) before the teacher makes us get up and play. If you call my pathetic attempts at sports 'playing' that is.

"Come sit honey." Bob calls me over. He's leaning back on the bleachers. I sit in the row in front of him in between his legs and lean back onto him. He pulls my hair from neck and leans forward and whispers quite loudly. "Hey whose that?" nodding a little.

I look over to the left. It's Jessica. Sitting on the bleachers a few feet away from us. Smiling to herself a little. Fuck.

"that's Jessica." I whisper back smiling fakely.

"Who?" Bob laughs a little.

"Gerard's ex girl friend Bob." I say turning to face him a little. "Didn't he tell you about her?" I ask. I mean Bob didn't know who she was cause he just moved here. But maybe Gerard told him about her. I mean guys talk right? He had to have said something...Bob shrugged. "He never mentioned her?" I demanded grinding my teeth a little.

"Maybe. I don't know." Bob said looking over at her. He was checking her out. Unbelievable!

"Well did he or not." I say and he shrugs again. "Hey stop fucking looking at her!" I tell him smacking his arm lightly.

"I don't think so." He says smiling a little funny at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Aw come on Elle." He chuckles. "Don't tell me your jealous of her!" He says and I frown and turn back around. "Aw she's got nothing on you baby." He says reaching his arms around me and squeezing me a little.

"You're just saying that cause you're my husband Bob." I tease him.

"Well yeah." He laughs. "And cause its true." He adds and I sigh.

"I just wish I knew what happened with them." I say watching Jessica out of the corner of my eye. She was talking to Joey something or other. I forget his name. She was laughing a little. Flirting shamelessly. I roll my eyes a little.

"Well this may sound crazy Elle, but um why don't you just ask Gerard." Bob tells me. I turn back around.

"I'm going to." I tell him. "But you know he's just gonna tell me what I want to hear." I sigh.

"He wouldn't do that to you." Bob insists.

"Not intentionally Bob." I frown a little. "But come on- you're a guy. You know that there are things he's not gonna tell me about her." I tell him and he looks away. "See its true." I pout.

"Elle." He groans a little.

"Well maybe you could help me?" I say getting a little excited. "You can ask him and he'd tell you-"

"No no no." Bob shakes his head. "I'm not getting involved." He says firmly.

"Please Bobby." I beg.

"No." he tells me looking right in my eyes. He wasn't gonna do it. Fuck.

"thanks a lot Bob." I pout out my bottom lip slightly.

"Please don't do that." He says touching my lip lightly. "I hate to see girls like that." He says softly. "That's how Lia always gets what she wants." He chuckles a little. And I smile for a second. And then I remembered.

"Oh Bob. Um you're not gonna like this," I say hesitantly.

I tell him about Lia's plans on moving out and her new 'career'. He tapped his finger on his leg a little and looked off into the distance as I spoke.

"Fuck." He mumbles when I was all finished.

"What are you gonna tell her?" I say biting my lip a little.

"What the fuck am I suppose to tell her?" He says to me shaking his head slightly.

I had gotten up and moved and sat next to him. "You're not gonna stop her?" I ask him in disbelief.

"You know her Elle." He sighs. "If I tell her she cant fucking do it she's gonna take it like a challenge." He frowns a little. Yeah. That's what she'd do. She never liked anybody telling her what to do...

"So then?" I ask him raising my eyebrows a little. "What are you gonna do? I don't want her working there Bob. You're not just gonna let her are you?!" I yell at him a little.

"No. let her try it Elle... But she'll quit on her own." He says quite confidently too.

"what do you mean?" I ask a little confused.

"Well when she doesn't make any money she'll quit." He repeats standing up. It was our turn to go 'play'.

"You don't think she can make any money?" I say shaking my head at him. I mean Lia is pretty. She may not be supermodel pretty but she's definitely playboy pretty.

"She ain't gonna be making any money- not there." He says smiling a little.

"Why not?" I say a little unsteadily.

Bob smiled a little. "Why not?" He scoffs a little handing me the badminton racket. "Cause I'm gonna be outside when she's working Elle.- Making sure that every motherfucker that goes in knows not to fucking look at her let alone try to fucking slip her a dollar bill..."