“For those who were paying attention”, Mr.Walsh says, staring at me. Im playing with my pencil, “you will be getting partners for a 10 page essay that is due on Friday. You will be writing your personal opinions on a topic worth debating. Be ready to present to the class.” Liz raises her hand,
“Mr.Walsh, I believe that we should, as teenagers, be able to pick our own partners. I mean, this is the last week of school anyway.” Everyone nods and mumbles in agreement.
“Well, Mrs. Parlem, if you were mature enough to keep that to yourself, I would have opened up to the idea. But, not anymore”, he claps his hands together and starts naming partners.
“Liz and Jake”. Of course
“Peter and Molly”. Molly giggles and waves at him, then Peter cover his face. Molly has been giving off a creepy stalker vibe sense last year. It’s realy creepy.
“Josh and Jay”, he says . I don’t know who josh is. Is he new? The name sounds familiar. When the bell rings, I go to my locker. Peter is waiting at my locker.
“hey,” he says.
“Hey. Tell Liz I call shot gun.” I try my combo. Doesn’t work.
“To late, she almost knocked me over trying to get in the car.” He stares toward someone, something?
I look back but see nothing. “What?,” I say.
“It’s nothing…I...I just thought I saw something.” His muscles tense up and he looks uncomfortable. “Ill meet you at the car.” He doesn’t even say bye, he just leaves. After the fourth time trying to open my locker I give up.
Hey. U r taking 4ever!!!, Peter texts me.
Leave without me. I’ll be in the library waiting for the janitor for a while. C u l8r!
k. call me l8r. I walk toward the front office. When I get to the front door, there are four chairs on each side of the rooms, and the desk is in the middle.
“Excuse me, my locker is jammed. I need the janitor.”, I say. She must be new because the lady who is usually here is old and scary. This women is really pretty. She has long blonde hair and bright red lipstick. She is probably at least in here late twenties.
“Oh, of course give me one moment”, she smiles at me and I sit on one of the four chairs.
Hey. I need you! Liz texts me. If I text back, ill be having a hour talk with her, which I hate, so I just ignore it. It’s a emergency!!!, ignore it. Plz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Call me. Sometimes she is sooooo annoying. She calls me immediately.
“What the hell! I texted you like 10 times!”she says.
“ You texted me 3 times.”, I correct.
“SO! 2 times to many!” I roll my eyes even though she cant see.
“You called because….”
“So, me and Peter have been at your house and-”
“Wait. You are at my house? Like, right now?”
“yeah. Peter wanted to talk you or something but he left. Anyway ive been textin Jack and we were talking about…” she pauses, “that doesn’t matter. But I brought up me and Peter in a house together and he flipped out so he is here right now!”
I get up and walk outside because everyone seems to be interested in my conversation.
“I swear to god. If you let Jake into my house-”
