Jack's Point Of View:
I'm done with Mckayla, and I'm done with Jazz. I'm done being Mr. Nice Guy. I hate how Jazz took over my spot at being Mckayla's friend. Ever since she moved here she's been a real pain in the butt.
"Hey Jack, wanna throw rocks at Mckayla when she's walking home from school?" Jerry laughs.
"Absolutely," I say.
"See you later," he chuckles, high--fiving me.
"Lates," I call.
I'm done with being the good guy.
Mckayla's Point Of View:
"Ow!" I yelp.
Jack, Jerry and George are throwing rocks at me and they really hurt. Remember what I said about Jack coming around sooner or later? Well, yeah, he's never coming around. Now Jazz comes to school with tear-stained cheeks, and I come to school covered in bruises.
"Stop!" I squeal.
Why won't Jack listen?
"Jack, she said stop so stop," someone says.
I whirl around to see Jazz, standing there with a frown on her face.
"STOP!" I scream.
"Jack, Jerry, George, stop!" Jazz yells.
They drop the stones and run to a parked Jeep on the side of the road. They hop in and drive off.
"Jazz, they... they hurt me," I stammer.
"Shh, it's okay," she cooes.
"They called me Mickey yesterday, and-" I start.
"Who cares?" Jazz says. "Who cares what they do, who cares what they think, Mckayla, you have to stand up for yourself."
"But-" I protest.
"If I can, you can, if Jack could, you can, you need to stop thinking about what Anna's gonna do and what Anna's gonna say, who cares," she says sternly.
"But I-" I start.
"What is it?" she asks.
"Umm," I say.
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