“So did you study?” I asked Chris as he sat at the table in the back corner in the classroom.
He had a confused look on his face. “What do you mean?”
“You know, you told me you had to study for a test?”
“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, I did.” He turned around then, and continued painting.
Was Chris really trying to ignore me, or was I just paranoid? I tried to shake it off and ignore the feeling. But, I really wanted Chris to talk to me, to notice me. I didn’t want him ignoring me, and thinking I was just another person.
I headed back to my seat and dipped a paintbrush in a deep royal blue color. I spread the color across my paper.
“Hey, guess what?” Hanna asked, tapping my arm.
“Crap,” I muttered as my hand jerked across the paper, a dark blue line through the middle, where the grass was supposed to be. “What?”
“You know that guy Preston I’ve been crushing on? Well, he just asked me out! Isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, that’s awesome,” I said, a little gloomier than my usual self.
“I know, right? By the way, are you okay? You seem kind of down,” Hanna said, sounding concerned.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing.” I finally lied. I folded up my paper shoved it in my pocket.
“Oh, okay. You just seemed sort of, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m just so happy!”
“So, how’d he ask you out, anyways?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off Chris.
“Um, it was a text…” she said her voice trailing off.
“A text? Really?!” I was surprised. Most of the time, she rejected the boys just because they asked her out by text. She thought it was stupid, and definitely not manly of them,
Hanna giggled. “Who cares? You know I’ve been crushing on this boy the whole year!”
“I know, but you usually reject boys when they asked you out by text,” I said.
“I know, but I don’t care,” she laughed and her eyes lit up. The bell rang five seconds later and we gathered out stuff.
“See you,” I waved, walking out of the classroom. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom to wash the paint off of my hands, when I heard sobbing from a stall.
“Hello?” I asked. No answer. “Hello?” I said again.
“Ashlyn?” I heard a voice crack.
“Savannah?” I asked, walking towards the stall.
“Yeah it’s me,” she said, sniffling. Her voice was groggy. Sav opened the door to the stall and walked out. Her eyes were puffy and red, her mascara smeared all around her face.
“What happened to you?” I asked, then covered my mouth, not believing I just said that. “I mean—”
“It’s okay, I know what you mean. Emily told everyone I tried to hook up with Samuel last night! Can you believe it?” she spat out the words in disgust. “I would never do that.’
