The rest of school was - thankfully - uneventful.
Triston was making out with at least five diffrent girls between classes, which was disgusting, and suddenly I didn't feel quite as bad about the Jade thing. But on the other hand of that, Jade kept sending me loving gazes in class and in between class, which made me feel like a shithole. Halle kept ranting about Misa and Debbie. I got asked out by seven other girls, all of which i had to reject because of Jade. Which was kind of convenient, but also made me feel like shit all at once. A Jade finger puppet appeared on Near's desk in English Lit. I spied B and A making out in the janitors closet, which was nothing new. Light continued to sulk. L contiued to pretend not to sulk. Misa continued to be an idiot who didn't notice anything was wrong.
Nothing that diffrent from every day life, I guess.
What WAS diffrent was that i kept thinking of certain redheads. I'll give you three gueses as to who. I'll give you a hint. His name rhymes with Cat.
That's what I was doing right then, too, as I sat in computer class. I was fiddling around on microsoft word fonts, writing Matt over and over again. If anyone saw, I would just tell them it was the name of my new puppy or something lame - I was kind of beyond caring right then. Just thinking of the redhead made me feel awful. For one reason or another, whenever i replayed the memory of kissing Jade, it made me feel guilty towards him. Which was rediculous, right? Because really. That's rediculous for several reasons: 1) I don't like him 2) I'm not gay 3) I'm not dating him 4) i barely know him and 5) Jade is my date and HE was the random stranger, not the other way around.
"Hey. Freak."
I sigh, responding to the name out of habit, rolling my eyes to look up at Triston. He's in the seat directly behind me, smirking at me around the edge of his computer. "What do you want, Pretty-boy?" I ask, my tone bored. He narrows his eyes, obviously unhappy with my reaction.
"I hear you're going to the dance. With Jade," he tells me. I sigh. It was only a matter of time before it got aound, I supposed. "Is it true?"
I see a few people looking at us curiously, and I raise an eyebrow at him before replying, "Yeah, I am. She asked me. What's it to ya?"
A few dissapointed sighs come from the girls in front of me, which I ignore, staring boredly at Triston. I was so tierd of this subject, the spring fling I mean. it was starting to give me a headache.
"So I didn't know you liked her," Triston hissed, irritated. I frown at him.
"Well, surprizing as this may be, I don't tell people I hate who I like," I retorted, "And seeing as I hate you with a fiery passion, that would be why."
Triston's face twists in irritatino and he glares at me before slinking back behind his computer. I hear a few people snicker, but I don't have the energy to smirk about it. I simply go back to typing "Matt" over and over again on the screen in all different fonts, bored out of my mind. I still didn't know why I kept writing his name, but I couldn't stop now.
In effort to stop the train of mindless typing I open an internet page. is out of the room anyway, and I've already finsihed the stupid Mavis Beakon project, and so, like everyone else, I happily open up something else. I open up my email, logging in. I'm a little shocked to see that I have four emails, but then the shock fades. It was probobly just Halle. I quickly open all four in diffrent tabs - a habit from when my cputer was SUPER slow - and open each one, reading them quickly, replying to each one.
Halle: Okay, so, this sounds so stupid, but I need help with my chemistry homework D8 do you think we could have a study date (no, not DATE like that, don't wrinkle your nose, asshole) on friday? Call Me #(her number was here, but i'm not giving you that!) There will be chocolate as a reward ;D
