Golden Gate

The Clusters

The next day I walked into school and everyone was cheering for me. I asked Addie what was going on and she said that I was the first person to walk out on Justin. I asked her how people would even know and she said "So there's a lot of people at this school. The cluster over there are the gossip girls, The nerds, The jocks, The arts, and Brenda. She just finds out gossip and tea and posts it everywhere. She's worse than the head of the gossip girls Jessica.". Justin walked past me his head down.  I patted his shoulder and said "Look I'm really sorry I didn't mean for everybody to know." he shrugged and said "Ok" and walked away. He was mad. Mad at me. For what leaving when he was making me uncomfortable? Game on Bitch.

Addison went on and on about some girl named Stacy and about how she was so pretty and then I just realised I had Stacy back in Nashville. Stacy, my homie. She transferred as a surprise because her dad got a job here too. I dabbed her up and then hugged her. "Well, what a nice surprise!"  said to her. "Well it should be!" she said back. Addison stood there in awe of her. "Addie!" I said, waking her up from whatever desires she was having. She quickly introduced herself to Stacy and the three of us spent most of the day together. I felt like a secret third wheel in a way.

One of the jocks came up to me saying Justin wanted to meet under the bleachers. But of course, he was sending one of his minions to tell me that. Anyway after lunch I met him. There he was standing there in a white shirt his regular old oversized hoodie and Nikes. He came up to me and said "How are you not attracted to me!?" I looked at him in a way that clearly showed him I wanted him to get over himself. "Bro I thought we had something going on!" he said frustrated. "What after you ripped half my hair out and then tried to kiss me within two minutes of our meeting!?". I started leaving after I said those words. AND OF COURSE, god had rain planned.

I was wearing a crop top. SO YES IT WAS COLD AS SHIT, He came over gave me his hoodie, and said "Keep it.". Yes it was cold and yes I was flattered but then again this was the same weird guy whose ego was too big for his head. So maybe I regretted it but I threw his jacket in the mud and made sure it was squished in there.

You might be thinking it's stupid to be mad at someone for ripping your hair off when it was a mistake. But it was more than that. I need consent, I need to make sure they care, I need to make sure it's real. Because it's hard for me to get with guys in the first place. But knowing that I'm being played or just some hook-up would hurt even more.