Corray De Lor

Alex Youn

                                                                    Alex

I’m pretty sure the new guy likes Gwen. I mean, the way he was acting at breakfast this morning. Gee. Take a hint, Gwen!

Anyway, dirty conniving Ginny Richardson totally re-ruined Gwen’s school life. She sent a mass text to everyone in class that said Who remember bong girl?

She obviously does. How could she do that? I’m just glad I got her back. I threw her into the girl’s bathroom and scolded her good. I’m good at scolding.

“What’s your problem, Richardson?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She lies.

“Oh yes you do. I can’t believe you sent that text!”

“Why not? Calber needs to learn her lesson to not smoke in school.”

At this point I don’t really know what to say. I’m still not sure if Gwen actually did use the bong or if it was just photo shopped by Darcy. Sadly, he’s an excellent photo shopper.

So, I just take a stand.

“She didn’t. The picture was fake.”

“Ha. Any proof?”

“No. But…”

“Listen, whatever your name is-” She totally remembers my name. “Find some proof and maybe I’ll believe you. But if you don’t, I’ll make sure the entire school remembers.”

She turned and was walking out. But right when she opened the door she turned to me.

“Oh and your clothes are hideously tacky.”

I frowned and looked down at my uniform. It was the uniform. She was wearing it too. I guess she meant the clothes that I make. She irks me so much.

Now all I have to do is find proof that the picture is fake. But what if it’s actually real and Gwen actually used it? I bit my lip and marched out.

“Gwen.” I said to her at the lockers. “I have a question for you.”

“Uhh, not now, Alex. I have to get to math.”

“But it’ll be really-” She was already rushing off. I should be too. “Quick.” I finish the sentence.

I sigh and march off to class.

In class I see Ginny texting. I glare at her until she notices. She raises her eyebrows and tucks away her phone.

I can’t wait till class ends and Mr. Martin shuts up about calculus. A half hour goes by and the bell rings. I think I’m the first out. I only have five minutes. First I look for Gwen, but she got lost in the crowd. But I do have another option. My eyes dart back and forth. And finally I spot him. Dark hair, looks and grey eyes.

“Darcy!” I shout. He’s with his friends and then his head turns and sees me.

“What do you want? Please not another empty conversation.”

“No. I need to ask you something.”

I see I have all his friend’s attention so I pull him to the corner. Three minutes left.

“The picture from last year. Gwen Calber, remember?”

“Ah yes!” He sounds like a four year old who just found his lost teddy bear.

“Was the picture real or fake?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“So it’s fake!”

“I didn’t say that.”

What am I doing? I can’t trust him.

I turn and run away looking for Gwen. It’s too late she’s already in class that I don’t have.