oh. [sashanne]

{four}

Last night was the worst. I don't know what to do with myself, but whatever I do, it's not gonna involve me missing school with no excuse. I'm like, way out of absences. The juvie officer for truancy calls me like every other day about my absences.

I bring myself to first period, a class I have with Marcy but not Anne. (Thank God) Marcy doesn't even peek her head out of her book when I dramatically sigh as I sit.

"Uh, hello? Mar-mar to Earth please?" I tease, poking Marcy's shoulder. She jumps and her book goes flying across the room. I burst into a fit of laughter as she picks the book up.

"Laugh at me all you want, but just remember the quiz you took last night." She jokes, but it makes the back of my neck run cold. I didn't want to be reminded of it, and I pray she doesn't specify what quiz she's talking about.

"Haha.. MARCY I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!" I whisper-shout, and Marcy quietly apologizes. My heart feels like it could jump out of my chest, and it gets worse when I realize Anne's in my next class. Sitting next to me. Without Marcy. Completely alone together.

I sit back down and fall asleep at my desk, trying to sleep through the whole school day. This plan works until the bell rings and I'm jolted awake by Marcy.

I slam my face into my locker a few times before heading to class and reluctantly sitting in my desk. Anne's eyes widen and she turns to the side, staring at the floor like there's something more interesting there than the chewed gum and pencil scuffs that are actually there.

I clear my throat, making Anne look towards me. I take a deep breath in and raise my hand.

"Can.. I go to the bathroom?" I mumble, which is very unusual for me. A few fellow cheerleaders stare at me.

My teacher nodding saves me as I run out the door. I consider skipping, but I don't want the school to call my parents. I can't blame Anne right now, I don't have the manipulation in me today.

I stand in the bathroom, not moving, barely blinking, not doing anything. I notice the door creaking open and I just stand there, not caring who walks in.

As soon as I hear who's voice it is, I do care who walks in.

Because it's Anne.

"Uh.. hey, Sash?" She mutters, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't." I yelp and push her away. I sigh deeply and my whole body is tense. I don't want to push her away. I want to pull her into a hug. I want to kiss her again.

But not in a gay way. That quiz was still wrong. I just know.

"Anne. I.. I don't know what's wrong with me." I jumble out, finally moving a bit after a few minutes of motionless standing.

"Sash.." She tilted her head and stared at me, like I was one of those weird ass modern art things that are literally just like, two squares on a giant canvas.

I don't know what came over me. I'm not usually like this. But I burst into tears.

"Sash. You're gay." Anne says, abruptly. I just wipe tears from my eyes and shake my head.

"But I'm a cheerleader! Cheerleaders aren't gay, Anne. When have you ever heard of a gay cheerleader?" I scoff, rolling my tear-filled eyes.

Anne giggles and bit and pulls something up on Youtube. I peek over a bit and it looks like one of her cheesy rom-coms.

Oh.

a/n: here's the movie btw!!