I Meet the Mutt [CURRENTLY BEING EDITED]

13 | Fate Loves Me

For some reason, it was strange to think about how little friends I actually had.

Don't get me wrong—it wasn't as if I was a complete antisocial loner without Emma, Logan, and Ian. Along with the two shippers I'd mentioned before, I had a pretty wide variety of acquaintances, or friends, spread throughout my classes and school. The million dollar question, however, was if they could replace what was originally the Fantastic Four.

And I wasn't exactly the smoothest person, so you can imagine the horrors of me socializing .

I was having friend withdrawal symptoms: exhaustion, too much procrastination, lack of concentration, mood swings, and loneliness. These could all also fit in for symptoms of being on your period, but still.

A week had passed; I didn't speak to a single one of them, and Ian was still missing in action. We usually didn't have fights—and when we did, we solved them immediately. Now this one? Hard to say who'd extend the olive branch first.

After a few days, my pride had gotten in the way. I couldn't stand apologizing, no matter what my conscience thought about that. And after defeating those hesitant moments, where I thought maybe I should repent...well, it just became easier to ignore them.

Oh, and other than the problem that the two of them were literally in half my classes and lunch, things were going absolutely swell. Josh was...just Josh. No progress had been made, no mistakes had been made. Actually, now that I thought about it, it seemed as if maybe we were getting closer?

I tapped a pen to my mouth, mentally thinking of my "Bucket List" with Josh while completely zoning out on what my teacher was saying. Something about calculus and equations; I didn't really care to know. These days I spent more days daydreaming than focusing, even though I was in a hard unit.

Not that anyone needed to know this, but I'd scoured a few relationship/romance magazines from Victoria's room and read through all of them. To make a long story short, they were complete shit. They offered no help at all, with the exception of the warning that a rapidly-moving relationship would do only one thing: get the girl pregnant.

Yes, I promptly choked so much at that part I fell off my bed and hit my carpet face-first.

Anyway, from my limited knowledge, a relationship would actually start chugging along after feelings were confessed. As a fellow female, I'd say we're pretty perceptive.

But I wasn't going to get my hopes up by assuming Josh returned whatever...feelings I was directing. Besides, we were in a pretty comfortable friendship. Silly as it may seem, I didn't want to lose it just yet.

Then came the first date, kiss, whatever. That, however, could wait. Though it was unlikely I'd find myself my own soulmate in the next few months, giving away my first kiss to Josh was something I was reluctant to do.

I mean come on, I'd started this whole damn thing to get revenge on my sister. She hadn't stopped her vicious attacks, and of course I was still pissed at her, but I mean....

Before I knew it, the bell had rung, and the sound of books being carelessly thrown into backpacks, gossip being passed along the room, and cheer being spread throughout the hallways was evident. But once that little chime rang in the entire school, no fucks were given.

"Angela," my calculus teacher called, motioning me to his desk. "I'd like to have a word with you."

What now? I wondered. Had I forgotten to hand in homework or something?

As soon as everyone left the room, he pulled up my grades on his computer, sighed, and highlighted the most recent grade. "Angela, parent-teacher conferences are approaching this month, and I'm displeased to inform you that you haven't been performing as well these past few weeks. Whereas you received straight A's and a couple of B's in the middle of the year"—he scrolled up, then down again—"you've gotten your first D on the last quiz."