Impress Me

Day 2

I sit at the table closest to the window in hopes she will easily spot me. I can not wait to actually get to meet her. Since my old friends are no longer true I need a few people to help me through the year. I may pretend like it does not matter to me whether or not I have friends but that's just a lie.

I can't stop thinking about Catrina and Helen. I dedicated far to many years of my life to them. At least the first years were good. I think to myself, but as I look back I realize just how many things I just dismissed. Such as the time I became the captain of our school trivia team and they 'jokingly' made fun of me to the point I didn't feel comfortable sharing any details of my extra curricular life with them. Or the time they made fun of me because I brought my moms home-made lentil soup for lunch so often that whenever my mom packed it for me I pretended I forgot my lunch at home and ate the soup in the bathroom when no one was looking.

I get pulled out of the dreary past as the bell on the door rings announcing a visitor. I look up hoping it's Susan, it's not though just her friend, the very rude boy I do not know the name of. He walks over to my table and stands waiting for my full attention. Once he sees that I am paying attention he begins to talk.

"Susan sends her apologies. She is very ill right now and cannot make lunch. She caught a stomach bug from her mother." He says in a monotonous tone.

"Are you going to join me then?" I inquire.

"No." he says "Unlike you I have a life to get back to."

"Wow classy." I retort. "Why are you so mean to me anyway?"

"I'm only classy to classy people." He says as he begins to walk away. I just sneer waiting for him to leave. As he leaves he holds the door for two girls walking in. I guess he is a good guy. He's probably just over protective of Susan and I did treat her very poorly. I'll give him some time.

As I look up I see that the two girls he held the door for are Catrina and Helen. So much for only being classy to classy people. I think to myself and laugh. They spot me and I can tell that they are unsure of what to do or say. After a couple of seconds they decide to walk over.

"What's up?" Helen asks. Really . I think to myself. That's all you've got to say to me right now. How about "sorry." or "how can I make it up to you?". I try to think of a clever and snide remark. All I say though is "Not much. You?" You really got them there. I think. That really showed them.

"Not much either." She says back. I can't help but to think of how different we are and how little we actually have to talk about. What did we even used to do together.

We just sit there and stare awkwardly at each other until a tall Hispanic boy walks up behind Helen and puts his hands over her eyes. "Guess who." The boy says.

"Hmmm. Is it Troy." Exclaims Helen. He leans in and kisses her.

"Who's this." He inquires, nodding in my direction.

"It's Jenny." Declares Helen nervously. "The friend I always talk about." He looks at her with a clearly confused face.

"I don't remember any-" He says getting cut of by Helen's elbow in his ribs. "Oh ya, Jenny. I've herd tons about you." He evidently has never heard of me before. I guess Helen and him never talk about me. Knowing Helen I highly doubt they talk about anything with substance anyway. He's just one of her little flings and I can't help but feel a little bad for him.

"We've got to go. We have a movie to catch." Helen says as she gets up to leave the table. "It was nice to catch up with you." We're you in the same conversation. I think. Because my conversation consisted of two people saying vague responses to extremely generic questions. No catching up occurred. 

"It was really nice to meet you." The boy named Troy tells me. "Hopefully we meet again." He turns at the door and gives me a friendly wink, with his deep brown eyes, before running to catch up to Helen. I kind of hope we meet again too. I admit to myself.

Catrina, who has not said anything yet, also stands to leave. "Look I'm really sorry." She says. "I would like to make amends, I was just jealous of your marks. I'm really sorry please give me another chance." I tell her I will and we agree to go out together this weekend. We leave together so I can go home. It was really nice to see her again.