Bethany and Jamie

Bethany. Long black hair, darkish skin, blue eyes. Brave, bold, loud, and not a bit shy. Always energetic and laughing.
Jamie. Brown hair, brown eyes, light skin. Shy, quiet, scared. Always sitting in the back of the class drawing.
The first day of health. Bethany comes in bouncing and bubbling. She sits next to Jamie. This may be because she knew the boy from acting to her right, but she did talk to Jamie a few times. Tried to. Bethany talked to Jamie.
Bethany. Always wearing tight jeans with pins stuck in them or a short-short jean mini-skirt with skulls stitched in. And always wearing tank tops. Usually in black… or red. Her feet were always adorned with ripped Converse or boots that went up the her knee.
Jamie. Always wearing baggy jeans with chains on them. With a long-sleeved black or red shirt and Vans. Sometimes, he wore a black ski-cap.
Bethany. Thought Jamie was cute and nice, with an awesome fashion sense, but way to quiet.
Jamie. Always thought Bethany was nice. Hot. Funny. A good taste in music, and fashion. But was shy.
Health went by. Ended. Bethany didn’t see Jamie again. He thought about her every night, she didn’t even remember his name.
Over a year later, Bethany went to Jamie’s school lunch table to see her old friend, Danielle. And as Bethany left, Jamie couldn’t help but stare. Danielle noticed, and asked him if he liked her.
That night, Jamie and Danielle looked up Bethany and found her online blog. They contacted her.
Bethany now talked to Jamie almost everyday online. But when she saw him in school, and he was quiet and shy, Bethany freaked. She hated the shy ones.
She knew he liked her, she could tell. And she had to admit, she liked him to. But he was shy. She couldn’t take shy or quiet.
Bethany and Jamie never went out.
One day Jamie went home, and put a bullet through his head.1