30 days with Genevieve

Ch. 2

30 Days with Genevieve.

Chapter 2

Day: 1

I woke up early in the morning, ready to start with my simple, but effective plan. I got dressed and went downstairs to eat something. When I entered the kitchen, my mother and Emma, my sister, were there. They were having breakfast.

"Good morning, sweetheart," my mom said with her sweet voice. I was going to miss her so bad.

"Morning, Sean," Emma, my wonderful sister, said, smiling. I smiled when I heard her voice. Emma was very special. She was always sweet and kind to everyone, and she was very smart for her age. She was only eleven years old and she had already memorized the periodic table.

"Morning," I said simply.

"What are you going to eat?" my mom asked, standing up.

"I'm not hungry," I said. When I remembered I was going to die in thirty days the hunger left.

"Do you want me to take you to the school?" my mom asked.

"I'm taking the bus," I said. I knew that if my mom took me to the school, she would definitely find out something was wrong.

"All right then," my mom answered simply.

"Bye, Mom. Bye Emma," I said, giving Emma and my mother a hug.

A tear streamed down my face, and then I left the kitchen. I walked to the living room and took my backpack, knowing that it was going to be a very long day...

***

I arrived at the school and rushed to Genevieve's locker. I put the letter inside slowly. Naturally, I felt satisfied. I had thought that no one had noticed it, but unfortunately, someone had. I should have guessed it. Her locker was right next to Genevieve's, and she was always trying to see every single thing that I did.

"Hey, Heather," I said, a bit annoyed.

She ignored my greeting and shot me a suspicious look. "What are you doing, Sean?"

"Nothing," I said.

"It didn't look like nothing to me." She shook her head. "You can't lie to me, Sean. What did you put in that weirdo's locker?"

"Listen Heather, whatever I put or not put in people's lockers is none of your business, okay?"

"Do you like Genevieve Tancredi?" she asked.

I couldn't let Heather think that. She would tell everyone in the school and ruin my reputation, which was the only thing that I had left. If people thought that I liked Genevieve Tancredi, I would stop being the school's player, which I did not consider was convenient at all.

"Of course not," I said.

"Then why were you leaving a note in her locker?"

"Like I said before, it's none of your business."

"You like her! I thought you liked me! You told me I was special!" she exclaimed, being the drama queen that she always was.

Heatherlooked mad. What she said was true, I told her she was special, but it was because I wanted to sleep with her. She should have known that I was lying. Why can't girls like her notice that sometimes we just lie? Not all guys say the truth, and Heather should have known that by then. She was not a little girl anymore.

"I don't like her, but I don't like you, either," I said. I know I sounded like a jerk, but I didn't really care. Heather was hot and all, but she could really be annoying when she wanted to.