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Chapter 9

Jenny

When I came back, I found out that one of the assistants of the orthodontist my stepmother used to take me found my father and told him what I’ve been through. She said that he didn’t even keep records of all the braces I wore along more than seven years. They were having an affair for all these years. My father kicked the witch out of our house, sued the orthodontist, and took me to another orthodontist who said I had extensive damage, but he could fix it.
The j-hooks were discontinued, he replaced the brackets and replaced the archwires. For the two years, I was wearing fixed braces with Dr. Gonzalez he had never changed nor tightened the archwires which means the braces were useless but luckily he didn’t apply pressure with the headgear or else the damage would be impossible to correct, the facemask kind of solved some damages caused by the “activator” I had to wear.
I was supposed to wear double headgear for 14 hours a day and elastics. To really fix everything he wanted a slow treatment but I wanted it to be as fast as it could and my father agreed so I started my self-imposed torture asking to wire the face bow (which he didn’t) and start with as many elastics as I should wear for the treatment to be fast. That’s how I ended up with 12 elastics, headgear all the time, and even if my father asked I refused to take off. My ortho said that if I wanted he could tighten the braces every week to be faster so every Monday morning I was there.
With my compliance and willpower, it took only three years to fix my teeth. The fixed braces were off the day before I went to college.
I was supposed to start on Monday but my ortho was traveling so I didn’t know if I could stop wearing the braces. He came back on Thursday and told me that I could go to college without the fixed braces as long as I wore the retainers all the time. The last thing I wanted was my teeth to shift, so I wore the retainers except for college and when I was with the boys. The retainers were kept in the car during classes but in my mouth whenever I was alone. The university is only two hours away from my father's house and I chose this one because it’s not very far but is not the city I grew up and I wanted a fresh start. I had my apartment and my life would finally be great. Okay, it would be good if I put down some weight but amazingly I was happy with myself.

Chapter 10

Jenny

I was lost; I’d better ask for information or else I wouldn’t find my classroom. While I was looking for any person who could help me, someone hit on my shoulder and I let my books fall. Just like in a cheesy movie a guy went down on his knees to help me with my books while I did the same. Despite life imitates art, unlike in a romantic cheesy movie, when I hit my forehead on a boy’s mouth, I saw blood so, a horror movie for sure. I put my hand on my forehead but nothing had happened, it's not my blood, it was very fast, then I saw the guy running being held by another guy. I got my books, cleaned them with wipe removers I had in my bag, asked help to find my classroom, and waited for the professor to arrive.
Two boys enter the classroom. One is tall and muscular and very handsome. The other is also tall, but is skinny, has lots of acne and has the lips so swollen that he can’t close his mouth. I apologized many times; he must have been feeling a lot of pain and I blame myself for being so clumsy. And how would I know he wore braces?  I can see a huge amount of metal inside and from that moment I wanted to protect this guy because I was sure someone was making him wear those outdated braces. On Monday he comes to the class and more metal is shown because he’s wearing a lip bumper and I’m sure it’s my fault so I apologize again and from now on I’m going to give him all protection I can. If it depended on me, he will never feel lonely. And it wouldn’t be a difficult task because even with those old looking braces being shown all the time and a little acne on his forehead, he was good to look at.
They used to hang out with the popular crowd, but I heard them talking about him. The girls said his most attractive feature is the bank account but not even money would make them touch his mouth. The boys were not so nice. I heard them saying that Frank drinking a Bloody Mary is the alcoholic version of canned tomato soup, Nate didn’t need a can opener because Frank was always by his side while another douchebag replied that Frank is so stupid that put on a chastity belt in the wrong place but surprisingly reached the goal. They were nice to Frank in front of Nate which means he didn’t know about the bullying. One day Frank came wearing a high pull headgear, he was next to Nate, who wasn’t looking at him, suddenly one of the as**oles pulled Frank by the straps of his headgear. I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe that piece of shit had done what he did. Frank came and sit next to me and started massaging his cheek above his molars.
His beautiful gray eyes are sad, he is red so I guess he is ashamed because of the loud whistles he made when he said “that’s” and “was”, so I change the subject. I didn’t know what to say so I started talking about the classes and our professor arrived. Later that day I called Nate and told him what I knew his friends said and did to Frank. Nate fought with each one of them and since then we started being inseparable. The brainless hot guy, the tin man, and the chubby short girl.
What I didn’t know is that the cheesy movie scene Frank and I role-played on the day we met would be based on a true story because that’s how I met the love of my life. The more time we spent together the more I liked Frank, I love his sarcasm, his geniality, how fast his brain works, and how he treats everyone. When someone isn’t nice to him, he responds with kindness which breaks the person. It’s difficult to keep up with him because the boy is fast. I love it when he gets all red when whistles or when he makes one of his extremely intelligent jokes that nobody understands but I do.

Chapter 12

Jenny

Today he will have his braces tightened and I’m going with Frank because I want to know who his orthodontist is, but the man refused to have anyone else in the room so I couldn’t see him. His assistant said the waiting room was for patients only and I had to wait in the car. While I wait I start looking for a pen to do a crossword and find my retainers that I don’t remember when I stopped wearing in the glove compartment, it was all misshaped. After about twenty minutes I see Frank walking to the car and he has his head down but when I see him, he is very red and about to cry but I know he won’t. He is ashamed because I am the first person to see him like this.
Frank is paying the price for the disagreement between his father and the orthodontist. Now, in addition to the Interlandi, he wears j-hooks and another headgear on hos lower jaw. Just like I did except for the j-hooks, his headgear has very big leather straps that cover his cheeks, mine were regular ones, not leather. His head is full of straps, but I don’t think any force is being applied. I just hug him but he stands still and out of the blue repels me. I want to go to his place, show him that he can count on me but he drops me off in front of my building and leaves.
I’m sad for him. His light is almost completely off, he is having trouble sleeping, can only eat soft foods, his lips don’t touch anymore so his mouth is extremely dry always showing those dark bands and I apply a moisturizer whenever I can or make him apply by himself. He doesn’t look me in the eyes and doesn’t want me to spend time with him, but I force myself to be always by his side, to take care of him. He is already working with his father and his uncle but he simply stopped talking and I know it’s because when he speaks all those wires collide with each other making noises so he talking as fast as he talks, makes the same noises I hated to make. His co-workers pretend he doesn’t exist. The only one he still talks to is Nate and just if it’s extremely necessary.  I’m always by his side but he doesn’t want to talk to me, but I understand how he feels like, I guess he doesn’t want to be seen like this and he only sees me as a friend but on the top of that, I’m a girl.

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