Chapter 3





As soon as Jessi entered her aunt's house, Amy hugged her. "I heard what happened to you," Amy whispered. Enraged, Jessi pushed past Amy and stalked into the living room.

"What did you tell her?" Jessi accused her aunt and uncle.

"Just why you're here," her aunt replied calmly.

"You had no right to tell her! I wanted that to be kept quiet!" Jessi said as tears formed in her eyes. "And anyway, I didn't even want to come here," she finished.

"We know," her uncle said as he patted her arm sincerely.

"Don't touch me!" Jessi shrieked and snatched back. "I'm sorry," she whispered and ran to her room. She slammed her door and leaned back against it. She tried to stop her tears as she hugged herself. Why did her aunt have to bring back those memories? Jessi had most of the memories pushed to the back of her mind. Steve. His name came flooding to her mind. Him. He was why she hated all guys. He was why she had to move here. The only bad influence in New York was Steve. He was why she had to leave her friends. That and the fact that her parents no longer loved her. No one loved her. Not her parents, not her aunt or uncle, and certainly not Steve. She walked to her stereo and put in her Hanson cd. Her cd was her way of escaping everything. She pulled out her journal and began writing, as she listened to "Yearbook."

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The next morning, Jessi's aunt woke her and told her, "School is tomorrow. You better enjoy your last free day," and then she left. Jessi got up and slipped on some shorts and a tank top. She planned on spending the whole day away from that house. As she walked out of her room, she walked into Amy.

"Where are you going?" Amy questioned.

"I don't know yet," Jessi said.

"Maybe you'll run into Hanson," Amy teased.

"I'd rather not, and even if I did, they'd probably be swamped with fans."

"No," Amy began, "people here don't think they are a big thing. Actually, the only people that massively visit them are crazed fans."

"Whatever," Jessi said as she walked out of the house. She needed to get out of that house. She brought her journal with her and planned to sit in the park and write. Now that all her memories were coming back, she needed to get them out and write them down. She began thinking about how things had begun with Steve, how he had "loved" her, how her parents probably never loved her, but her thoughts were interrupted yet again.

The next thing she knew, she was on the ground and Taylor was on top of her.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry!" Taylor said as he got up. "I wasn't looking where I was skating." He held out his hand and helped Jessi up.

"Are you o.k.?" Isaac asked as he skated up.

"Yeah," Jessi said as she rubbed her arm.

"I'm Isaac," he said as he held out his hand. "Is your arm o.k.?

"I'm Jessi," Jessi said as she shook his hand," and yeah, I think."

"I am SO sorry," Taylor said again. "Look, come back to our house and lets put some ice on your elbow."

"Fine," Jessi said as she looked at her now bleeding elbow. "Where's your brother?"

"He's at home playing video games, as usual," Taylor said.

"Oh. Well, don't put yourself out," Jessi said as she looked at her elbow. "It'll be o.k. I'm just going to clear my mind anyway. Thanks for the offer," she said as she turned and entered the park. "I'll see you around," she called, "nice meeting you, Isaac."

Taylor watched her leave. Turning to his brother, he said, "She is so pretty."

"yeah, but," Isaac said, "she has had alot of pain in her life. Especially concerning guys. I particularly noticed the way she pushed us away."

"Yeah," Taylor said, but then whispered, "I hope I can get through to her."



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