Curious Georgia |✔

•5 - Curiously Persistent•

  "Mom, are you home?" I yell from the front door. Everytime I come in from school I call out for her just to see if she's here. Majority of the time, she isn't. And I'm fine with that because I know it's for the best.

  She didn't answer, so she must not be here. And much to my dismay, she's all in my face when it's time for me to go to school every morning.

  And the next morning, the same process from the last 7 years began.

  "Up and at 'em, Georgia! Let's go!" Mom yells as she walks in through the garage.

  I hop out of bed, surprisingly not as annoyed to get up as usual, running down the stairs to meet my mother. I crush her in a hug, which astonishes her. I'm just full of surprises today, I guess.

  "You seem very excited this morning. Anything happen at school this week?"

  Uh-oh. I forgot about the detention incident. If the school was smart, they'd have told her all about it by now. I'm sure that's exactly where this conversation is headed. The stern look on her face says that she knows exactly what's going on.

  "Mom, anything that you heard was solved already. I've endured the punishment at school, and everything there is perfectly fine," I lie, hoping that she'll let me free.

  "You're lucky we don't have the time to talk about this today, but believe me, this is far from over. And I'd punish you, but I'm never here long enough to actually enforce it. Go get dressed, young lady. You're gonna have a long day. I can already tell."

  And boy, do I wish she was wrong.

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  As I arrive at school, I can see that many of the students give their attention to me. And maybe I'm just being paranoid or dramatic or something, but I'm getting stared at by many of Adam's female fans. All of the guys who have never paid me any mind now look at me like I'm a piece of meat in my simple clothes and worn-out Chucks.

  As the day progresses I get use to the looks. When I get to English and start a conversation with Adam, more and more eyes focus on us. The entire time we talk, my cheeks flush each time I make eye contact with whoever is looking at me.

  "You're coming to the trees again, aren't you?" I ask.

  "Unless you don't want me there, yeah. You're right, it's a pretty good place to clear your head. I got a lot of thinking done when you fell asleep on me yesterday."

  "Oh God, I'm still guilty about that. I'm sorry." I press a hand to my forehead in embarrassment.

  "It's fine. You don't have to apologize so much, Monkey, I've said this too many times."

  "Sorry. Oops! I mean–"

  Adam puts a finger over my lips to quiet me down. "It's okay. I know what you mean."

  And the bell rings. The attention I once had a few seconds ago are now on Ms. Cobb. In the middle of her lecture, a note just so happens to reach my desk. On the front, my name is written in scratchy looking letters.

  I know this is a creepy way to try to talk to someone, but I wanna talk to you. So can you meet me at the back of the school during the 6th passing period?

  Whoever wrote this was right: this was very creepy. Why the back of the school? Why during the sixth passing period? Why does this person want to talk to me now? Aren't they considerate enough to know that just because I'm friends with the most antisocial kid in the school doesn't mean I'm so special all of a sudden? I ball up the note and throw it in a random direction behind my head.