Gonna Get 'Cha!

Chapter Twenty-One: "Take Notes, School's in Session..."

The school's assembly thing was held in the auditorium, instead of paying attention to the principal in the front center with his big projection screen loom over, all I could think about was the letters in hand—Congratulations Ms. Montgomery, you've been accepted—the first thing that became my morning coffee and how I couldn't wait to tell Celia about it. A few months ago, Celia and I talked about where we'd go next, as it turned out she had her eyes set on the same school as mine, since we had barely seen each other, this would be the thing to perk things up between us.

Celia was sitting on the bean bag, ricocheting a new hat that she'd probably deny of making it for me. "I heard today's the last day to apply for college. Isn't it crazy, how we're going to finish off high school so soon?" She started.

Confession of a Teenage Drama Queen was playing over my phone with Lindsay Lohan's performance on stage that I'd recreated for my shower routine—one that pissed off my sister for taking so long in the bathroom. "I know. But don't you feel excited, to leave all this behind? Obviously saying good bye to my friends will be hard, I can feel it, but this high school thing is getting way too stuffy that a breath of fresh air is what I'm looking forward to."

"Speaking from someone whose phone is probably buzzing from her endless long list of friends."

Sitting upright, I narrowed my gaze over Celia. "Did you make a decision yet—you know about college?" Since the old group had been busy and found a way to ditch me in several occasion, Celia was the only companion I chose to be with, save for Logan's group. She'd been my go-to person whenever I'd need to have a girl talk, the job previously reserved for Faye's.

Celia put down her knits. "I think I'm going to do it." She replied. "You know, going into the same college as you. It might be fun." She clarified. The other thing we talked about was how we were to continue our lives together, had one of us gone to separate college, the conversation that drove us both to finally profess our feelings towards each other.

The principal went on and on, while I shifted in my seat nervously, tapping my boots on the floor that the girl in front of me turned around and shot me a glare. Aside from gripping at the paper too tightly that there were sweats dripping over it—Logan—the guy who'd gotten out of the hospital and hadn't uttered a word about his stay to any of his friends, squeezed my hand reassuringly. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, which was just a string of "this too shall pass", not only was it not releasing the tension over my shoulders, but intensified the tingly feelings over my stomach that Logan actually spoke as if he was in an AA meeting.

"Logan, shut up."

I said that while punching him on the arm which led him to shake his head and nod along to the principal droning on about real life examples of alcohol and drug abuse. My phone buzzed in my pocket, all eyes in the row closed in on me, which I looked at them sympathetically and continued to go through my purse. The device was secured in my hand, I skimmed over for a text notification from Celia—another one on top of hundred other—that I'd been dodging since our last encounter.

"The thing about alcohol is that kids these days use it as a coping mechanism..."

Logan nudged me on the shoulder as I was yawning over the lame boring lecture by the principal. He leaned over, "What was the password again, that the principal just said about the game we're supposed to do?" throwing him a look of disdain, but I was the one feeling like a deer caught in headlights, turning my head over the projector screen which it showed an online game where you'd have to pick out a name and then choose one of the boxes for the answer.

"If you weren't paying attention." I started, narrowing my eyes at him. "What makes you think I was?"

"Fair enough." Logan clicked his tongue, exiting the browser from his phone and scrolling through social media. "Where do you think Nellie and the rest are? Such a tragedy, to be split up from your inner circle at a school function like this." Before we were rushed through the auditorium for this assembly, it was a regular class for each of us. It was only lucky that Logan and I had the same class prior, which was why we ended up sitting next to each other, not that I'd have chosen anyone else random from this row of people.