Overlooked

Chapter 2: What. Is. Happening.

Chapter 2: What. Is. Happening.

You know how there are some things you just can't understand? Maybe it's a math problem, or the meaning of a poem, or even why your baby cousin cries when you hold him. Well, this is that and more. Why would he call me? After two years of leaving me out to dry, why would he call me now? When I'm finally getting back to normal? After the incident, he said that all ties should be cut, all! So he decides to call me? I was against it from the start. I wanted him to stay, so that we could get through it together, but nope! He had to leave without a goodbye. I mean- "Trinket Forbes?" I'm cut out of my thoughts when Mr. Fields calls my name for attendance. "Here," I call while raising my hand. "Unfortunately," I her London remark, followed by a few snickers, probably pity ones. It turned out that it wasn't only Serena and Dylan in my first period, but all of the Vultures. Sadly, because of the whole cell phone debacle, I was the last one to get to class, luckily still on time. This meant though that there were only two seats left- either in front of London or Craig. I took my luck with Craig, knowing that the headache from him won't be as bad as the one from London, while Dylan and Leighton were seated next to him.

"Wow, nice one," I mutter, to which I hear no reply to- thank God.

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By the end of the period I'm already done with school- for the year. The entire time all that we did was get the usual papers that our parents need to sign. To my surprise the Vultures weren't that bad, considering that London was asleep and Craig was on his phone most of the time- which seemed pretty opposite in my opinion- and Dylan and Leightonwere just talking to each other, well, mostly Leighton. I on the other hand just sat there pretending to be on my phone while I was actually just squirming in my seat the whole time because I felt like someone was staring at me, but it was probably my imagination.

Once the bell rang I ran out of class as fast as I could, not wanting to deal with anyone. When I got to second period I went straight to the back corner of the class and put my feet up on the seat next to me, not wanting to deal with someone annoying for the rest of the year. As I was about to get lost in my thoughts again though, Leighton steps in front of me. "Hi, is this seat taken?" she asks, pointing to the seat that my feet are propped up on. "I don't really recognize anyone else." Recognize? You didn't even know my name this morning, was what I wanted to say, but I otherwise dropped my feet and put myself fully back in my seat, mostly because I was caught so off guard. "So," she starts, "what's the rest of your schedule like?" She asks. Without answering, I hand here my schedule and she looks it over before smiling. "We have fourth and eighth together too!" She almost squeals, looking elated. "Nice," I say, unsure of what to think. "Make sure you save me a seat, okay? I'll make sure to do the same," and without another word, she turns to the front and listens to the teacher who had started talking.

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By the time the end of the day comes, I am beat. Not only do I have second, fourth, and eighth with Leighton, but I also third and fifth with Craig, and third, fourth, and seventh with Dylan. Luckily I only have first with London. If it weren't for having sixth period alone, I would probably be in a strip club looking for a job right now. I should actually be given an award for not doing that because Leighton kept her promise of saving a seat for me in all of our mutual classes, and basically forced me to take them. I mean, it's nice having some...sort of a friend, and she's actually pretty cool. If you haven't noticed though, that means that I also sit with Dylan in fourth period, which let me tell you, was extremely awkward. You can probably imagine it, and you don't even know the half of it. Luckily for me though, my 'beginning of the year meeting' with my guidance counselor was during lunch, so I didn't have that nerve fest to worry about.

After going to my locker without encountering the Vultures (hopefully they took my tip about hanging out in the bathroom), I head out of the school and head to where my mom is parked. With one ear bud already in my ear and my playlist already playing, I get into the car and wait for the 'First Day of School Questioning' to start.

"How was school?" She instantly asks, a little too bubbly for my liking. "Fine," I answer, too exhausted to elaborate. What more does she want me to say anyway?

"That's it?" She asks, but doesn't push it any further, being able to tell that I'm not in the mood. I begin to get more into my music, that is until my mom tells me something surprising.

"Cindy called me today."

"Really?" I say, trying to sound uninterested when in reality it made me perk up. This is because she knows not to bring things with the Crows up to me after what happened. Following the phone call this morning though, I'm not necessarily surprised.

"Yeah, she asked about you." To this I just nodded.

"Where are you going with this?" I wonder aloud, getting a bit annoyed with her dragging out whatever it is. This makes her sigh.

"Look, Trink, there's something you need to know and it's about-"

"Is it about him?" I interrupt her, not even wanting to hear his name. "Because I don't want to hear it."

"Trink that's the thing, you're going to have to-"

"No, Mom," I interrupt her again. It may be rude, but I just...can't. "I don't want to hear it now, tomorrow, or even years from now." I voice, even though I know that it is irrational. It's pretty obvious at this point that whatever she has to say has to do with my phone call earlier, but my pending migraine overrules my rationality at this point.

By the end of our...conversation, we have reached our house. It is an okay size, bi-level house, that is brick on the bottom and blue on top. It's not the most beautiful house in the world, but it sure does fit the Forbes family.

I quickly slip out of the car and inside before anything else happens. At this point all I want is to watch old episodes of Supernatural while cuddling with my dogs. I rush up the stairs, quickly looking away from the horrid reminder that the first door on the right is, and I enter the first door on the left which is my own. Before Netflix is able to load though, my phone went off once again- this time on vibrate. I look down and not only do I see name on the screen, but also the old picture of him-and that small, little reminder of him is what causes me to break, which ruins my record of going two whole months of being okay.