Cupid's Victim (J-Dog x Leona Williams) || By: emoangel28

Chapter 2: J-Dog

        The next morning is Wednesday and I have to go to school. So I got up at seven am. I pulled on some clothes. I had a grey tank top then a gigantic black hoodie with some black cargo pants. I had some fully black vans on and I know what you're thinking. ‘Are you crazy you're in L.A and wearing all black you're gonna have a heat stroke’. This is what I would normally wear when I’m down here visiting over the summer. I know what I’m doing. I put a service dog vest on Grace and started walking to my bus stop. It's a public bus so I have my own space and don’t have to be around hormonal teanagers. I finally arrived at the school. And I get my schedule. I denied a tour at the school because I like to avoid interaction with humans as much as possible. I mess with my lip ring while I read my schedule. I have math first. So I found my way to my math class and sat in the back and doodled on my notebook. When the bell rang I got up and I was the first out of the class. Next I had english. I liked english. I love to write. I entered the class and like in math I went to the back. I was petting Grace to calm me down. Like I said I don’t like people. I have what they called Anthropophobia so I am literally scared of people including myself, but mainly other people.
        The door opened and I looked up at a guy with short black hair and a black jacket that said “AC/DC” on it. He had this brown color for his eyes. I wasn’t able to get a good look. He sat down close to where I was sitting. He glanced over at me and he just looked at Grace. I think that's the person from next door. An older looking man walked into the class wearing old timey clothing, a white wig with some circle glasses and a mustache acrost is upper lip. I’m assuming that he is supposed to be William Shakespeare. “Hello class.” he said as he glided to his desk. “Welcome to the neighborhood Willi,” the black haired boy said. “Good job Mr. Decker” He looks at me “Ah yes a newcomer. Come up and tell us who you are and a little bit about yourself, but keep it quick. I want to get a move on.” he said. Everyone's eyes were on me watching me like a hawk. I was too nervous to move. I took a deep breath in and got up. I was messing with my lip ring again. This time out of nervousness instead of concentration. I got to the front of the class. I took another deep breath. “um...I am Le-Leona Williams. From England.” I finished. “You don't sound british.” a girl said. “I wasn’t originally born in-in England. I moved there when I was 11.” I said.
        I then sat down. I didn’t even realise that I was tapping my fingers against my leg. “Do you have a nervous tick or something?” a brunette girl said. I tried to talk, but nothing came out. “Like you wouldn’t be a little bit nervous if you changed countries and have to go to a completely different way of learning and different people and other shit.” the black haired boy said. “Nobody was talking to you asshole” she snapped back. “Ooh ow. That really hurt.” he said sarcastically. He started to dig into his backpack for something. “I know I had one in here.” he continued searching. “I must be out of f**ks to give sorry.” “Jorel, watch you language.” the teacher warned. “Oh wait here's one” he pulls out his hand he was flipping her off “It’s a big F**k you and it has you name on it.” he said without a trace of a smirk on his face. “Jorel! do you want to be sent to the principal office?” the teacher asked. Jorel sat back silent. This was saying that he was done. The girl rolled her eyes and flipped her hair as she turned to talk to her friends. I chuckled lightly. “Now before Jorels’ foul use of the english language he said something about what we will be doing today. Would you like to let everyone know what you meant by that comment Mr. Decker?” the teacher looked at the boy. “You’re William Shakespeare.” He said plainly. “good job Jorel. Now since you have taken a liking to Leona you guys can pair up for the term.” the teacher had a smile on his face. “Why would I care if I have wasted all of them on Vanessa.” Jorel replied with a straight face. “,And of course you don’t have any objections with this Mis. Williams?” The teacher turned to me. I froze. A whole term with someone I don’t know and doesn't know me. I start having a panic attack and I start tapping my fingers against my thigh. “Ca-can-n’t I just work a-alone?” I tried asking. “No you have to work with a partner. Why is there something wrong with Mr. Decker?” I shook my head “No I….I was just wo-wondering.” “Well then let's get a move on”
        The teacher started writing on the board ‘Wright Five Facts About Shakespeare’ is what he wrote. I hear a voice call out “Don’t you have to be near your partner to work as partners Leona?” I turned around and looked at Jorel. He had one eyebrow arched. I nodded and got up. I walked over there and sat down. I started to write down five facts.
1.He didn’t go to university.
2.He started writing in the 1590s
3.We use Shakespeare phrases all the time.
4.Romeo and Juliet was first published in 1597
Then he added one
5.On his tombstone it says “Cursed be he who moves my bones.”
        The teacher starts talking. “You must make a modern day play about Romeo and Juliet and make it unique. This is thirty percent of your grade. So you should choose to do it.” Jorel put his hand up to his mouth “Oh my god thirty percent!” he whispered. I lightly giggled. He looked at me. “So got any ideas up there.” he went to touch my head. I dodged it. “You’re not a germaphobe are you?” he asked. “No I just don’t like people touching me. I never have.” I replied. He nodded his head. “So?” he asked. I got confused. “Oh yeah. Um. How about a dating app?” his eyebrows knitted together. “No those are romantic Romeo and Juliet is anything but romantic.” I think about that. “You’re right now that I think about it.” “I am? Most girls say it's romantic.” he said confused “Well I have news for you Jorel. I’m not most girls.” I smirk. He smiled a bit then went to a straight face again. “Phone.” he said. “What?” “Give me your phone so we can estange phone numbers.” he pulls out his phone. I give him mine and then he hands me mine back and I hand his back to him. The bell rang and just like that he was gone.
        I exit the room then I see my step sister. “Faith. Hey, can I talk to you?” I ran up to her. “Yeah what's up?” she smiles at me. “What do you know about Jorel Decker?” she smiles “Does someone have a crush?” she smiled. “No I was just wondering” I defend myself. “Well he lives next to us. He is like the biggest f**k boy in Bellair Learning Academy. Nope correction his friend Dylan is the biggest so he is the second. He is also a dick. And he is in a band that is full of dicks. He is the guitarist.” faith explained. “But in all fairness they aren't that bad.” she added. “Oh okay well I have to get to me next class..”
        After school I go home and take a shower. I was drawing when I saw someone walking down the sidewalk out my window. It was Jorel. I saw his brown eyes and he was in the same black jacket. He looks up at my window. I froze. We stared at each other for a second then he started to walk away. Just before I head to bed I got a text. When I picked up my phone it read ‘You got one message from J-Dog’ I clicked on it confused. Who is ‘J-Dog’ I asked myself. The text read:
?-True or False Leona: Shakespeare invented the word ‘assassination’?
Thank god it’s just Jorel. I type
L-True. Why ‘J-Dog’?
J-Why not. Its my initials. Oh and look out your window
I walk to my window and I see Jorel sitting in the window right across from mine. I laugh and sit down at my desk.
L-Thanks now I can definitely sleep knowing that you can see me.
J-You’re welcome why else would you have me around for? Good night Leona.
L-Good Night J-Dog