From the Journals of St. Cecilia’s Finest Students (Pt. 3) by dreamer_believe
Title: From the Journals of St. Cecilia’s Finest Students (Pt. 3)
Author: Cristi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Peter/Jason
Summary: The students at St. Cecilia's are assigned to keep a diary/journal. This focuses on Ivy, Peter, Jason and Nadia. You also may hear from Matt and Lucas later on. This chapter is a little on the short end. Thanks for the comments, keep them coming please! :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. It's not mine, I wish it were, blah blah blah.
You know what really makes me mad? That bitch! I’ve got over half a year stuck with her, and I swear I’m just not going to last that long. One of us is going to have to go, and you know something? It’s going to be her because personally I like the view from our window.
Anyway, I decided to share what I wrote last week with the class. I was told to think before I decided to share again. I told the teacher that “I didn’t use any names, so no one is going to know who I am talking about” and then Lucas promptly points out that “You only have one roommate so that ‘little cock sucking whore’ is Ivy” she went red, and the entire class laughed.
I have detention in an hour.
She’s so shallow and all she thinks about is boys. What infuriates me is how they all play along with her stupid little games. Sometimes I just want to slap her and knock some sense into her little fucking brain. I think Jason might even be falling for her, but there’s something about Jason that just makes me think he’s smarter then her.
There’s something else about Jason that I really wish wasn’t there and I’m trying to push the thought out of my mind. I would love him no matter what, but I just can’t imagine him having a good life if he was open about, well, about what I think he is. Of course I don’t know anything for sure, but I think it’s a twin connection. Both twins end up liking the same thing, and I guess that even comes down to sexual preference. I’m not sure if I should confront him about it, or if I should just wait for him to tell me. At least if I ask him if he is, and he isn’t, then I won’t have to worry. But I’m not sure if he is that I would want to know. I like not knowing and being naive for the time being. I just don’t want him to feel alone. Even though we are the same age, he’s always been really protective and he has always looked after me, now it’s my turn to look after him. Jason, I’m here for you, I hope you know that.
-Nadia
Nadia decided to tell the class about Charlie. She stands up in front of the entire class and starts talking about her slutty roommate. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Why does she constantly do this to me?
I don’t want to be this. I know last time I wrote I said if you don’t like who you are then change and stop complaining but I can’t. I’ve grown too much into the monster that I’ve become. I want to get away from all of this. I have dreams too. I’m going to be an artist.
I’m going to blow everyone away, especially Nadia McFuckingConnell! She’s going to regret all those cruel words she’s said to me - every last one of them.
When I came to this school she used to be really sweet to me. In fact, we were friends, almost best friends. We hung out all the time and we were the “Unstoppable Duo” as Lucas used to call us. Every night was like a sleepover. Nadia and I would stay up late into the early dawn and we would talk about everything and anything. The subjects varied from ‘where do you see yourself in ten years’ to ‘create your perfect guy by using parts of celebrities or people you know’.
The following year was the first time we fought. It was down hill from there. Over the summer I had been experimental with this guy I met. When I told her she had a mini freak out about it. I knew even though she had never been kissed her cause for anger was far beyond jealousy. I still haven’t found out what made her get so mad that day, but I’m determined to one day find out. I want to know why such a silly thing wrecked what seemed to be such a great friendship.
-Ivy
I picked up a book yesterday from the corner book store; Jason decided to stay in the dorm while I went out. When I got back into the room he started to yell at me.
“Fuck you” he said as I walked through the doors, “Get out of here! Leave! Peter get out of here! Leave right now!” he continued to swear at me for awhile. Then he just collapsed crying. Jason always has pride when it comes to certain things, and he wouldn’t want anyone to know this, but I’ve scene Jason have many breakdowns like this. Sometimes it’s gradual and other times (like now) you have no idea it’s coming until he starts to yell and when he (sometimes) even starts to get physical. Other times he becomes incredibly clingy in these moments. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me; he didn’t even pause in between tears.
“Jason, do you want to talk?” No answer, “Your dad?” I asked as his grip tightened around me.
“It’s never enough” he pulled away and sat on my bed.
“What did he say this time?”
“The progress reports went out yesterday and I have a 93.2 percent in Physics. Apparently all my grades need to be above a 95. To make matters worse he wants to know why I haven’t started looking for a good, kind, sweet, and Catholic bride to marry.”
We talked for awhile after that, about us, and about life. I knew what we were doing would never be easy, but honestly I never thought it would be this hard.
-Peter
I’m a failure.
-Jason.
Author: Cristi
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Peter/Jason
Summary: The students at St. Cecilia's are assigned to keep a diary/journal. This focuses on Ivy, Peter, Jason and Nadia. You also may hear from Matt and Lucas later on. This chapter is a little on the short end. Thanks for the comments, keep them coming please! :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. It's not mine, I wish it were, blah blah blah.
You know what really makes me mad? That bitch! I’ve got over half a year stuck with her, and I swear I’m just not going to last that long. One of us is going to have to go, and you know something? It’s going to be her because personally I like the view from our window.
Anyway, I decided to share what I wrote last week with the class. I was told to think before I decided to share again. I told the teacher that “I didn’t use any names, so no one is going to know who I am talking about” and then Lucas promptly points out that “You only have one roommate so that ‘little cock sucking whore’ is Ivy” she went red, and the entire class laughed.
I have detention in an hour.
She’s so shallow and all she thinks about is boys. What infuriates me is how they all play along with her stupid little games. Sometimes I just want to slap her and knock some sense into her little fucking brain. I think Jason might even be falling for her, but there’s something about Jason that just makes me think he’s smarter then her.
There’s something else about Jason that I really wish wasn’t there and I’m trying to push the thought out of my mind. I would love him no matter what, but I just can’t imagine him having a good life if he was open about, well, about what I think he is. Of course I don’t know anything for sure, but I think it’s a twin connection. Both twins end up liking the same thing, and I guess that even comes down to sexual preference. I’m not sure if I should confront him about it, or if I should just wait for him to tell me. At least if I ask him if he is, and he isn’t, then I won’t have to worry. But I’m not sure if he is that I would want to know. I like not knowing and being naive for the time being. I just don’t want him to feel alone. Even though we are the same age, he’s always been really protective and he has always looked after me, now it’s my turn to look after him. Jason, I’m here for you, I hope you know that.
-Nadia
Nadia decided to tell the class about Charlie. She stands up in front of the entire class and starts talking about her slutty roommate. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Why does she constantly do this to me?
I don’t want to be this. I know last time I wrote I said if you don’t like who you are then change and stop complaining but I can’t. I’ve grown too much into the monster that I’ve become. I want to get away from all of this. I have dreams too. I’m going to be an artist.
I’m going to blow everyone away, especially Nadia McFuckingConnell! She’s going to regret all those cruel words she’s said to me - every last one of them.
When I came to this school she used to be really sweet to me. In fact, we were friends, almost best friends. We hung out all the time and we were the “Unstoppable Duo” as Lucas used to call us. Every night was like a sleepover. Nadia and I would stay up late into the early dawn and we would talk about everything and anything. The subjects varied from ‘where do you see yourself in ten years’ to ‘create your perfect guy by using parts of celebrities or people you know’.
The following year was the first time we fought. It was down hill from there. Over the summer I had been experimental with this guy I met. When I told her she had a mini freak out about it. I knew even though she had never been kissed her cause for anger was far beyond jealousy. I still haven’t found out what made her get so mad that day, but I’m determined to one day find out. I want to know why such a silly thing wrecked what seemed to be such a great friendship.
-Ivy
I picked up a book yesterday from the corner book store; Jason decided to stay in the dorm while I went out. When I got back into the room he started to yell at me.
“Fuck you” he said as I walked through the doors, “Get out of here! Leave! Peter get out of here! Leave right now!” he continued to swear at me for awhile. Then he just collapsed crying. Jason always has pride when it comes to certain things, and he wouldn’t want anyone to know this, but I’ve scene Jason have many breakdowns like this. Sometimes it’s gradual and other times (like now) you have no idea it’s coming until he starts to yell and when he (sometimes) even starts to get physical. Other times he becomes incredibly clingy in these moments. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me; he didn’t even pause in between tears.
“Jason, do you want to talk?” No answer, “Your dad?” I asked as his grip tightened around me.
“It’s never enough” he pulled away and sat on my bed.
“What did he say this time?”
“The progress reports went out yesterday and I have a 93.2 percent in Physics. Apparently all my grades need to be above a 95. To make matters worse he wants to know why I haven’t started looking for a good, kind, sweet, and Catholic bride to marry.”
We talked for awhile after that, about us, and about life. I knew what we were doing would never be easy, but honestly I never thought it would be this hard.
-Peter
I’m a failure.
-Jason.