Alana's POV
We were on the bus and on the way to school, and I told Cori everything that happened between Jacob Sartorius and I:
"Wow." She said while rubbing her left temple.
"I hope this isn't too much info, considering we just became friends."
"You're fine." she shook her head, "I can't believe you actually know him personally."
"Yeah, he's cool." I lowered my head a little and millions of flashbacks with him played through my head like an emotional slideshow. I felt my heart sink down to my butthole.
"You seem upset," Cori stated, "Do you miss him?"
"Maybe a little," I lied. I actually miss him more than I missed mac and cheese while I was fasting a while back. At night when I go to bed I stare at the poster of him and cry a little. I constantly crave his presence. Each day I get more crazy without him being there. Now I'm pretty much back at square one: just another psychotic Jacob Sartorius fan.

The bus pulled into the parking lot and all of us stepped off. I was(n't) ready to be an 8th grader.
"I'm scared dude, I don't know if I want to be here." Cori whined, "Are the people here nice?"
"No." I didn't want to be fake, so I just straightforwardly told her. We entered the doors of the school and went into the gymnasium, and I heard many loud conversations between friends overlapping.
"I missed you, Kathy!"
"She got featured on musical.ly in July!"
"Did you have a good summer?"
"I'm so glad we have math class together!"
"I went to the Bahamas!"
"What did you pick for your elective?"
"I watched Netflix all summer."
"Who's your homeroom teacher?"
And so on. About 10 seconds later the whole room turned silent and looked in my direction. Why the heck were they looking at me? My heart started beating fast, my face turned into a tomato, and I started sweating profusely.
"Alana... Alana! ... ALANA!" Cori whisper shouted, "Watch ou-"
"Move over, you hot dog!" A girl pushed me out of her way and I suddenly lost my balance. I fell right into the trash can. It was comforting knowing that everyone wasn't looking at me, but at whoever was behind me. A loud decibel of laughter roared in the gym. Now that I was only slightly chubby and not obese, I had a better time getting out of the can. When I peeped my head out the laughter grew even louder, so loud my ears started to hurt. The girl who knocked me over sashayed and grabbed the banana peel off my head and began shoving it in my mouth. I started to sob uncontrollably and looked up at her. Suddenly I recognized her face. It was the queen bee of Willow Creek Jr. High! Mallory! Her two minions, Valerie and Sallori, ran by her side and started to crack up. Mallory's natural blonde curls bounced up and down with each snicker. Why can't I be beautiful?

I climbed out, spit the banana peel back into the trash, and dashed to the nearest bathroom. I could hear Cori's black Vans shuffle behind me. I locked my self in the handicap stall and just sobbed. Cori stood outside of the stall and tried to talk to me, but I couldn't decipher what she was saying through my sobs. Suddenly my phone beeped, so I grabbed it out of my pocket to see who texted me.
"I miss you baby. I'll do anything to have you back in my arms. :(" A familiar number texted me. It was Jacob!
"Why did you forget to turn off your ringer?" Cori asked through the stall. I didn't reply to her. I just bit my lip at my phone. I wiped my tears and texted him back how much I missed him as well.
"Alana, why did you stop crying?" Cori asked. I didn't say anything to her again. I sat on the toilet and typed away explaining how much I missed his presence, his talk, his touch, his voice, and everything else about him.
"Ok, well if you're not gonna talk then I guess I should leave." Cori said and left the bathroom. Thank God, because she was getting on my nerves. Right now, the only relevant person is Jacob.