The Anyway Clause

B!#@&%s Be Trippin

Scott

After a crazy weekend, I was ready for school on Tuesday. Like, I wanted to go to class and listen to all my teachers drone on about stuff I already know because that was a better alternative to the drama piling up in my life outside of school and soccer.

I hadn't been able to have dinner with Jane and company Sunday night because I'd already promised Cole I would have dinner with him and his moms. I hadn't foreseen the drama and backing out would've been too messy.

The stuff going on with Jane and myself wasn't meant to be gossip and having to explain what happened between Jane and TJ would have meant that I would've had to delve into things that were nobody's business until Jane decided to change it.

So, I went and his Mommy D made lasagna while Momma Meg let me sip some wine when no one was looking. Of the two, she was always the more rebellious one which is probably why we got along so well. I guess I tended to befriend the rebellious women. My best friend's nickname was Trouble after all.

But even though I was having fun I still didn't like the fact I hadn't heard from Jane. Cole told me to worry less but he didn't see Jane and I had to just submit to what he was saying because like I already said, the details were not mine to disclose.

She had been so down on herself and wrecked that it showed with her sleepwalking. She kept saying that she didn't understand why she felt so bad about what happened since TJ said some messed up stuff and had just really messed up but I did.

I didn't tell her that she felt like that because she missed him and wanted their old thing back. She was way too stubborn for me to bring that to her attention so I just let her mull it over more so she could come to it in her own way.

Plus, my phone had been going crazy with people wanting to know what was going on with Jane since that fight and I didn't want to burden her with teen drama. So, I ate lasagna with my boyfriend's mothers and talked about pop culture, school, soccer and listened to their work stories. I played cards and talked trash with them until it was time to go home.

And when it was time to leave, I kissed my boyfriend and promised to be on time for school so we could eat breakfast together.

I waited in my car until I saw Jane pull up with Hailey riding shotgun. I sent up a silent thanks to God that they weren't cutting it close to the bell so we would have time for breakfast. I had a breakfast panini that my dad made and it was stuffed but I still wanted my French toast sticks. As I got closer I noticed they were holding hands but Hails looked nervous.

She usually walked with this little pep in her step bopping around like a kid talking and laughing and basically being silly because that's how she was around Jane; she let her guard down. Instead, she was walking quietly staring straight ahead but stealing glances at Jane like it was too painful to look at her and be that close without being all over her and stuff. It made me feel bad for her the same way you feel bad for a kid when they get punished and they just look so sad even if they deserved it.

I knew Jane was probably giving her the cold shoulder after the whole texting TJ thing and was only holding her hand to prove it was an argument and not a break-up. Both were so scared the other one was going to leave it was ridiculous.

If they realized neither one of them wanted to leave, then maybe arguing wouldn't have been so damn stressful. But that was another one of those things they had to figure out for themselves; I tried way too many times to tell them both.

"Hey babes. Want a handsome male escort?" I smiled.

"You don't have to sell yourself. If you need money just say so," Jane smirked.