So even though I felt pretty good about serving up a nice hot cup of "Suck it" to Shane on that first day of school, I felt kind of bad. I guess the small part of me that had hope that he really wasn't an asshole was crying out from the inside. Plus, I'm not a mean person and I don't enjoy being rude to people.
He just really wasn't what I expected him to be after all of this time and I guess I was just disappointed. I wasn't really planning on apologizing because I figured that there wasn't going to be many more altercations between the two of us since I was pretty crazy on that Monday. Since school is school, and high school is usually boring, I'm going to skip ahead about two weeks to when things started to get interesting.
****TWO WEEKS LATER****
I don't know why I thought that little header there was necessary, but I figured for anyone just skimming past my obnoxiousness, a little red flag of the passage of time would be good, so you're not entirely confused. And trust me, I'm in high school. The technique of skimming is a beautiful thing. But this isn't The Scarlett Letter, something you read and then hate yourself for wasting your time skimming through it. Well, I don't know, maybe it is for some of you. Anyway...
School was pretty easy sailing after that first crazy day. I successfully managed to remain invisible to the general population, besides those that started to know me as "the girl that sasses everyone". Some people liked that and would call me by name and say 'hi'. Others would not talk to me out of hatred because they thought I was being rude, or fear because they didn't want to be roasted. Made sense when you think about it. I have no filter so in a sense, no one is safe. And I don't think I don't take the opportunity to roast myself sometimes. Self-deprecating humor is my specialty.
Sara and Lacey and I hung out all of the time. They came to my house and met my mom, who later told me she approved of them. She did this as a joke, because she's one of those moms that's aware she's not as strict as she could be and reminds me every so often that she could totally go drill instructor on me at any minute. It's the dark cloud she holds over my head sometimes to rain on my parade. I just roll my eyes, like any teen would.
Shane and I almost never talked which was good. He tried saying 'hi' to me a couple of times, and sometimes I would give him an occasional nod to show that I was acknowledging his presence, but most of the time I would completely ignore him. Again, this might sound rude, but the way he was acting still seemed pompous, as if I hadn't gone apeshit on him on my first day. He still had that sense of arrogance about him that he could get any girl he wanted at the drop of a hat and that I was just a hold out, just a matter of time before I fell. Yeah, maybe fall in a ditch.
Annie and I communicated through glances, on the off chance she recognized me. She was so busy shoving her head up her own ass that she may or may not give me the time of day. Fine by me! Personally, I just wanted to get through this year and figure out what the rest of my life was going to be like.
College was so alluring to a high school senior. I was one of the ones excited to explore the world outside of the small towns we had lived in. My sights were set on NYU and their music program. So many people had gone to NYU and didn't even stay the whole time, and managed to be extremely successful in the music industry. I had some hopes, just like every other kid in the world, which is why I wanted to focus on my work and get the necessary grades needed to get in. NYU was expensive and, being completely unbiased, there was nothing special about me that would get me a leg up on the competition of getting in there, so I needed to get my grades to a point that was going to really kick some ass. So, with two new really good friends and my goals in sight, I did my best to make it through senior year without any more trouble. Did you start laughing yet? Good, because you know what's coming. Trouble.
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