I was now standing in the food court, waiting for the one person I hoped I'd never see again. He was surprised when I asked him to meet up at the mall, but I was equally as surprised when he actually accepted my invitation. I was extremely worried for this meet up. Not knowing if it would go well or not, I started thinking up random ways this could end.
Well, for starters, he could make a move on me and I'd end up slapping him. Another scenario could be him completely rejecting my offer and claiming to be gay. You know, anything can happen.
I regretted making the decision to call him up, but it would hopefully save my social life. Well, it wasn't like I had one, but I liked to think I did. My only friends were Aidan and them, and the rest of the school basically ignored, hated, or envied my existence. Being with the populars was no joke.
Anyway, I was positive that Karen had informed the whole school of my "boy toy" because there were more girls whispering about me in the hallways and numerous boys had come up to me and asked if I was willing to spend a night with them.
Gross.
I basically gave them a disgusted look and said I wasn't a whore, nor was I easy, like Karen made me out to seem. If anything, I would rather be a tease, but being easy or a tease wasn't really a good thing if you think about it. Besides the point, the guys that hit on me continued to pursue me until one of my friends would have to come and rescue me.
I should have told Karen off this morning about telling everyone, but I shouldn't be stunned that she had done that. It was something I expected the queen bee of the school to do.
Anyway, if people found out I lied, then they would just think I was desperate and pathetic. But if I convinced them that I wasn't lying, then I would look like a slut in front of the whole student body. Which one did I prefer? Neither. But for me, I would take the consequences of being a so-called slut rather than being called pitiful and weak.
I know, I was stupid, but what can I say? I'd been surrounded by idiots since the first day of school.
Whilst in the middle of my thought process, someone approached from behind me and tapped my shoulder. I whirled around, finding the person I'd been waiting for. "Hey," he smiled.
"Hi," I replied. "Sorry if it was troubling to get here. Were you able to get out of your activities for today?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I just told the teacher that I had to meet up with someone, and she seemed completely fine with it. She's not that qualified to be watching over twelve students," he chuckled. I let out a forced laugh, but it sounded real, I think. "So, why'd you call me out here?"
I was glad he was acting like yesterday didn't happen. I didn't want to talk about it.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," I said, getting straight to the point. His eyebrows raised quizzically, and he didn't say anything, so I took this as my cue to continue. "So, I may have accidentally used your name when the most popular girl in my school asked me about my fuck boy..."
At this moment, I was expecting him to be angry and lash out on me, but instead, I received a laugh. I stared at his bent over figure and waited for his laughter to die down. He wiped invisible tears off of his face and straightened, looking at me again. "Oh wow, that was a good one. No, really, why did you ask me to meet with you?"
I gave him a look of seriousness, and since he dated me for about eight months, he knew that look well. He cleared his throat and stayed silent. "I'm not kidding, Terence. I really need your help on this." I started explaining to him the whole ordeal and my plan. "So, yeah, your name accidentally slipped out of my mouth, and since she knows you're real, she expects me to bring you to school soon. And I know you're leaving next week, so I think the optimum time to have you come is tomorrow. Then, the day after, I'll just tell everyone that you and I called off our friends-with-benefits relationship. Just for tomorrow, pretend you have some sexual interest in me, and I'll try to do that with you as well. But I do have one rule; no inappropriate touching. We can convince them without doing that. Are you in?"
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The Hair Tie
Teen FictionYou know how the rubber in hair ties can easily break, and then the hair tie itself is stretched out and becomes too big to fit around your wrist? In Drew's world, that's life. Her life is too tight, then it fits, and then it just stretches out to t...