I slam my locker door shut. I understand how Amelia feels now. When Lydia was off doing whatever she did with James and Jovina, Amelia explained how she always feels and how she doesn't like it. I understand.

Confession: my hearts just not into this anymore. Bullying Jovina, I mean. I know that me and James being a thing was supposed to make Jovina sad, and then that kind of sprouted into something else, but I don't really know if I like him or not. 

And I don't want to make Jovina sad or jealous anymore.  I mean, what she did to me was terrible, and that was the worst part of my life, but I think she's realized that, and she knows enough now. 

Alright. I need to stop this. I should tell Lydia and Amelia. I won't have trouble telling Amelia this, but Lydia...

I hate to say this, but she's kind of really into this, and she's pretty good at it as well. I'd feel so bad to make her feel sad, but then again, it's either Jovina or Lydia. Who could I pick?

Luckily, I have Amelia in my next class, so I have a bit of time to decide what to do with Lydia. I nod my head, confirming my thoughts, and swivel around, only to face the one person I'd hate to see right now.

James. 

This is like a high school movie, where I'm the mean, popular girl and the directer keeps putting me in awkward places because all the viewers hate me.

What have I gotten myself into?

James nervously smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Bella," he says. "I need to talk to you."

"Shoot," I reply, heading down to my next class. He trails behind me like a puppy.

"Um, it's just that Jovina told me that you don't care about me, and I was wondering if that's true?" 

I groan, and put a hand to my head, which is currently throbbing so badly if I crashed it into a wall I probably wouldn't feel it. 

"I don't know what she thinks," I say.

I can feel him deflating. "D-do you still want to go out with me?"

I spin around, facing him. "Listen, f you truly liked me, you wouldn't be worried about all that shit. So you tell me this: do you like me for me, or for my looks?"

His mouth opens, then closes. I thought so. 

"If you still think I'm not good enough, you can leave now." I sweep a hand out, gesturing for him to leave. The few people who were watching clap and cheer on my behalf, then laugh as James slowly sinks away. 

I grin, and relief floods through my body. That's one thing checked off my to-do list.