School Spirits | I Don't Do Friends

18- "I Don't Have an Axe!"

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Is this a flashback? Yes.
Did I mix up my tenses? Absolutely I did.

There are times Caroline forgets why she used to hate Wally so much. The past is an efficient reminder.

She remembers the first time they met, on the track as she walked 50 laps for dampening Mr. White's ego.

She didn't really know Wally, and Wally didn't know her. It was a short meeting, a hello, an introduction, a little boring chitchat, and a goodbye.

It wasn't until a foggy Saturday night, the sting of summer still lingered, that she began thinking of him as a shit-face.

Caroline was going out, with nothing better to do she went crashing house parties in the well off areas of town.

She was a partier, just preferred to do it alone. No one to hold her down, or tell her to stop drinking.

She had already had a few drinks at the first end of summer celebration, when it turned out to be a bust, as in it was busted, she stumbled a few streets down.

The music was loud, the teenagers in the yard were louder. It was crowded, Caroline saw an opportunity to grab a few drinks and snoop without being kicked out.

Wally was in attendance. He hadn't had anything to drink, he didn't want to. He was just there cause is teammates said it would be fun. It wasn't.

You can imagine the look on his face when he saw an intoxicated Caroline Wispe creep through the back gate.

She thought she looked a lot cooler than she did. In her mind, she was infiltrating a party, where she would spy on all the kids with lives like a teen drama. She loved knowing their secrets, she didn't want to expose them or anything, just knowing is fun enough.

In reality she was halfway to tumbling over and should be in bed.

Wally needed a minute, the party got hot, painfully hot. Someone spilled vodka on his shirt and he needed to sit outside to air-out.

He watched as she tripped her way inside, she came back out with a beer and a few new secrets.

She saw him and skipped over.

"Oh look who's at a party." She teased and slid next to him. He was sitting on a bench on the back porch.

"You seem surprised."

He hadn't spoken to her since that day on the track, since her mother left. At school she was quiet, always looked angry. In that state, he remembered her before she lost her charm.
Her charm was being an annoying giggling mess.

"Yeah you're so 'I play football, I don't have time to have fun.'" She mocked, pushing her shoulder into his.

He was feeling left out. It was his choice not to drink, he knew it made him seem less cool. The guys he came with where party animals, he was just Wally Clark.

"Well, when you're as good as me you have to make sacrifices. Though I wouldn't call skipping out on that shit-show a sacrifice." He motioned to the party inside. Someone just broke the table playing beer pong.