All our broken bones;Chapter2Pen’s P.O.VWhen I saw Lilly[I call her by her middle name, Jeanne] March up to Derek and his friends, I was scared. I pulled out my phone and texted her 50 thousand times in one minute. “LILLYJAY GETOVERHERE’ I kept sending. I knew she knew she got them, because she looked down at her pocket everytime. I looked at her pocket with her and, ugh! What WAS she wearing? I tired not to stare, but she had on Bermuda shorts and a Camo Tee. That girl needed to go shopping......Ah sorry. ADD. “Pen, sit down” I felt my brother’s hand on my shoulder. “She’s going to do something stupid Jet!” I pleaded back. I tried to get up again, to go stop her before she embarrassed herself, and, well, me. I sent her another text. Finally, I got through to her, because she stopped and picked up her phone. I sighed in relief. Lilly’s P.O.VI snatched my phone out of my pocket and looked at how many text messages she had sent me. 2O. Jesus. I was angry, and I was doing this for her. But I slowed my pace and headed towards them like a human being, not a hungry woolly mammoth. When I got to their table, Derek was looking at me, scanning me up and down. He seemed to like what he saw, and I’m guessing he’s one of the guys who doesn’t look at you for you clothes, it the shape the clothes are on. I groaned i disgust and it him on the back of his head. Derek seemed surprised and rubbed his neck tenderly. I leaned over him my hair falling in his face. “Tell me if you’re going to mess with Pen or not.” I said through clenched teeth. “I am. Nothing you can do about it?” Jesus, his breath smelled awful. God, I was officially sick. So I hit him once more, hard, and walked with dignity back to the table, where Jet was looking at me in surprise, and pride. I took my seat next to him and leaned back, into his strong arms.
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