One Thousand Words

Chapter Ten

||Chapter Ten||

The rest of the weekend is a blur. Greg and I have our monthly movie night on the first Sunday of every month, and since last Sunday was literally the first day of March, we decided to go all out with the movies and popcorn. Greg even brought out the Avengers movie after I came home looking like a complete clown (but not before he high fived Lisa and laughed for a good twenty minutes)

I tried really hard to get James out of my mind, but for some strange reason, I just couldn't. Every time Adam Sandler made a bad joke, I cringed, but I also thought about James and how he paid for it, so I sucked it up and watched silently without complaining like I usually would.

But now it's officially Monday again and I have to go back to school, which means having to face him and actually saying real words of possible gratitude. There's a bitter taste in my mouth when I begin to think about the things I'll have to say to him. It's even more embarrassing now because I feel like I owe him something.

Greg drops me off at school to make up for the teasing he did all weekend, and the pictures of me he shared with his group of college friends. Although I told him I'd only forgive him if he shared his netflix password with me again. He changed it a month ago because I'd accidentally spilled my drink on one of his favourite headsets and ruined them.

Thankfully when I push through the initial crowd of people, James is no where in sight. He's probably practicing for that soccer tournament they have this week. He did say that they had practice every morning before the big game.

"Ava," I hear Lisa call out. She links her arm with mine and I see her glaring at something in front of her. "You see those boys over there?" She points at them with her chin.

I roll my eyes. "Which one do you have a crush on now?" I ask, glancing over. My eyes narrow when I see Eric in the crowd of rowdy boys. I mean, it's not shocking that he's with the jock group, just that he's so early and not in practice.

"None of them," she hisses. "Well, Eric is pretty hot, but I'd never do that to you," she pats me on the head. "Anyway, that's not the issue," she huffs. "They've been standing there for the past ten minutes. I've been trying to go through, but I can't even make it near enough to do any proper damage."

I see the way her nose flares, her eyes so intense that she reminds me of a raging bull ready to charge at the nearest target she can find. "Well Lisa, if you can't get close," I begin, watching the big group with slight irritation as they begin to multiply in front of our locker area. "What do you expect me to do?' I nearly snap.

We each have roles. I'm the one people go to when they need advice, or if they want some kind of professional picture taken for their facebook icon. Lisa is the one people go to when they want to scare people off, or need anything involving social interaction. She's loud, fierce, and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

"Seduce them," she suddenly says. "I mean, you should have experience. You managed to snag James Lowell. He may be an asshole but there's no denying he's a hot asshole," she states. "I think... I think you've finally surpassed me in the dating field," she sighs dramatically, clinging harder onto my arm. "I never thought this day would come," she weeps.