Jenny's POV : Wrong Turn Part 1

" He likes her, you know." Mikey casually whispers in my ear, from behind.

" He notices you, sure..But anyone with eyes can see he's not in the least bit interested in you. Why not give up?" His breath is the only warmth from the cold air blowing against me. His fingers slide down my waist, only to tumble down my arm. The sensation of his warm fingers against my bare arms make my arms tingle, I shiver in response; I push back, shoving my elbow hard into his stomach.

" Leave. Me. And, I mean me! Alone." I spit out and turn the corner trying to get away from him as quickly as possible.

" You must be insanely stupid, or just a hopeful romantic...Which I would never peg you as that sort of girl.." He murmurs the last bit, he's quiet for a bit, I guess he's lost in his mind...But how lost can you get in there?

I look back to see if he's still behind me...and yup, lucky me! " Like, you would understand..We have something special, Matt and I, I just can feel it."

I push the branches out of my way and proceed forward into the forest. Well is this a forest or the woods? What the hell is the difference between the two? Hm...

" Do you even know where you're going, Sara?"

I ignore him, because the truth is I don't. This party is exclusive, only a select few know about it. And I found out about this place through...the uh..grapevine. I mean if people really wanted to keep this a deep, dark secret, than why the hell did I over hear this shindig by two careless people? Yeah..top secret my ass. I doubt anyone will care that I'm there.

Suddenly Mikey pulls me back, only to see him walking past me. Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm free from his annoying-self!...Wait. Why has his feet stopped moving? Please, their must be an explanation for why he has a stern, serious look...for me...

" How did you even know about this?" Crap. He suspects something. I have nothing to tell. it's a free country, hey if I want to walk around in the middle of the night in a low cut, skimpy dress I can. Wanna know why? Because this is the Untied States of America, that's why. And, I don't have to answer to anyone. I didn't ask for Mikey to follow me here. Heck, I wish that he would just stop all communication with me! But, not all wishes come true. If wishes were to come true Matt and I would already be together.

" None of your business" I whip past him, and guess where the secret party is. I whirl around to see that Mikey is only a couple feet behind me...turning left. This can't be good. The difference between Mikey and I at this particular point, is that he knows where the party is. I overheard Joey and Matt talking about the party.So, if they knew about this, than Mikey definitely knows about this. This then causes a dilemma because by me not turning at that left it shows I so don't know where I'm heading. My cover has been blown, but like Daddy always says, " If you can't win, lie and cheat your way to that winners circle". So, I'll just lie and pretend I'm right and he's wrong. " Well, I guess we'll see which of us is right. Ta-ta" I send him a wave and a grin, showing him that I'm right.

With my heels crunching on the disgusting soggy dirt, I go deeper into the woods. Forest or woods? I brush the dirt from the branches off my arms; and scream when I see a fat, juicy mosquito attempting suck the life from me. I wag my arms in the air, " Leave, me the fuck alone! You-You thing! Ugh, why did God make creatures that are so foul and hideous? Why?! God! If you can hear me, I'd just like to say that why are you making my life so difficult? You better be listening! Why? Can't I just get what I want for once? But, since that won't ever happen. I'd like to say that I think you-"

" Well, if you just took that left turn back there, then you would have gotten what you wanted.." Mikey's cheerful voice interrupts my rant, and maybe it's for the best. When I die, I don't think this little stunt I pulled will win me favor when I try to enter the pearly white gates, on those fluffy pillows up above.

I refuse to look at him, so I just march forward and say, " I didn't ask for your opinion."

" Yeah..You were talking to the Big Guy...Although, he would've never answered you..Especially with the f-bombs you were about to drop." I can just tell he wants to burst into laughter.

I don't say anything knowing he's right..He knows he's right too, gosh I just want to punch his face.." So where do you think you're going, anyway?"

I spin around and with my pointer finger I jab his chest. Crap, that felt firm..He works out? Well, duh. But wow...SHUT-UP!

" Don't ever ask the pilot if they know how to fly a god-damn plane!" I scowl and press forward. I'm angered with him, and with my-self. How could I think he's...gulp..

" Hope you realize sooner rather than later that all that's out here are the druggies.." He throws in, but he sounds defeated as we move forward. But, if he didn't want to follow me, he sure didn't have to. I'm a big girl, after all. I stomp my heels in frustration and in doing so I sway because the stupid heels are so not meant for the wilderness. Hm..would my black pumps be sturdy enough? I lift up my legs, feeling that I was sticking to the ground; I guess I lift it to quickly and I whirl around. All I see is Mikey and dirt...I smack into his HARD chest, I feel my head for a bump and sure enough there is a small one. Great..

" You gave me bump!" I squeal as I try to smooth the bump down...Nope, no use.

" Whoa! That's the thanks I get? I just saved your ass, literally! If I hadn't saved you, then you'd fucking be whining, and I don't wanna deal with that shit since I'm stuck with you."

I push away and spit out, " Stuck with me? You didn't have to even follow me, like the creepy way you did!..You know what? I don't need you, you can just leave me in frikin peace, if you don't mind."

I begin to march on my way to any place, any place then here at least. I soon run into something, or maybe it's someone, anyways this person or thing is fucking hard! I need a pillow..." Ouch! What the fu-"

" Hey, pretty thang. Gotta a nice ass in that dress I see.." Says the guy with the fruity looking badana and...oh my gosh..is he wearing?...No not GUY-LINER! Ugh..gross.

" Babe, I hope you weren't about to cuss while...he's watching" I look around to see who he's referring to , but it doesn't seem to connect for me.

I mimic his whisper and ask, " Umm...who's he?"

Boy wonder number two looks at me like I'm the son of Satan...Well obvi I would be the daughter of Satan, but we don't need to get technical.

" The Lord. The Big Guy. The Macho Man. The Big Bang of Wonder. The Man of all Men. My Bro and Father. The Taco of Saints. The Big Man on Campus. My Co-"

" I get it!" I toss out, I need something to stop the crazy talk. I mean seriously " The Taco of Saints"? really? Yeah, he has a problem with me almost dropping the f-bomb, yet he's obviously stoned..Someones got their morals screwed, and that someone ain't me..

" Don't mind, Doug..He's not right in the head" Yeah, like I didn't know that!

" Well, if you don't mind..I'm going..." I begin to look around, but nothing looks familiar. Where exactly did I come from. While I'm trying to find the exact location that I came from, I tune in and out and realize that the guy that's not Dug, the one who doesn't look straight has been yapping, for a good five minutes..to me. I decide to just tune in, " ...Yeah, so the donut truck fell into the lake.." Yeah I guess I entered into the conservation at a great spot..

" But hey, I gotch you. If you ever, and I mean ever, need a thing hit me up...especially if you wearing that." I feel disgusting as he scans me, I can just see the wheels turning in his head..Must. Get.Out.Of. Here.Now.

" So, you got yourself a boyfriend?" I begin to open my mouth and say in a way I do, if you count Matt as a crush..can't you also count him as your future meaning that he will be my boyfriend one day, Fruity guy didn't specify the question..He doesn't wait for my answer though, " Not that I care anyways, I don't mind being boyfriend number two.."

Uh-oh...

" Hey! I you're here!" Mikey magically appears by my side, he looks relieved until he sees Dumbo and Fruity-Douche. He murmurs under his breath something for my ears only, " What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?"