"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go." -Oscar Wilde
Two months went by. Two months with no contact with he-who-shall-not-be-named. And no, it wasn’t Voldemort, it was my jerk ex-best friend.
Flowers were blooming, the weather was getting warmer and warmer, I could finally wear shorts without looking like a freak, which was nice.
Jesse and I were officially dating, he was super sweet. He always bought me nice things, and said nice things… it was a lot like when I was dating Jake… except I was happier. And Jesse actually liked me.
Taryn started being nicer to me, we were pretty good friends, actually. I even went over to her house a couple times. We went to a lot of cool parties where we had a lot of fun, got wasted quite a few times… it was pretty awesome.
Basically, life had been pretty good without he-who-shall-not-be-named. People made fun of him a little bit more, saying that someone like him could never stay friends with someone like me. And who was I to stop them? It’s a free country, freedom of speech and all that.
“Hey Mom,” I called out; putting earrings in. “You’re giving me a ride to school, right? I don’t want to ride the bus.”
“I thought you liked the bus?” she frowned, handing me my jacket as she walked into the room.
“Ew,” I made a face, grabbing my contacts. “Ugh, these are so itchy.”
“Wear your glasses then,” my Mom suggested.
“Mom,” I complained. “I’m not wearing those.”
“You used to wear them all the time!”
I swallowed, “I don’t like them anymore.”
“…okay, then…” she said slowly. “What’s your plan for this weekend? Your Dad and I were planning on going out for supper tomorrow in the city.”
“Yeah, do whatever you want. I don’t care,” I racked my brain to see if there was a party coming up.
“You could invite Carson over if you wanted; I haven’t seen him in such a long time! You too are still friends, right?”
“Uh, not really, Mom,” I rolled my eyes, texting Jesse to see if he could come pick me up. My heart started beating faster at the thought of him.
“What?” she gasped, putting down her coffee mug on the table. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I started breathing faster, pushing back all the memories that flooded to the front of my mind. It was stupid, I was stupid.
“When?”
“I don’t know, Mom!” I sighed, annoyed now, trying to hold everything in. “Like two months ago.”
“Two months!? Is that why…”
“YOU’RE KIDDING ME!” I screeched, chucking my phone to the other side of the room in frustration, my heart pounding. “Jesse can’t pick me up, Dad won’t drive me, you won’t drive me… I’m NOT TAKING THE BUS!” I slumped to the ground and burst into tears.
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Loser Lessons
HumorWhat's it like to be a loser? Annalise Fitzgerald has no idea...that's why she needs lessons. She's used to being the most popular girl in school, but when she has to go to a new school where she isn't cool anymore, she doesn't know what to do. With...
