Teenage Diaries

Campaigns

Wednesday, the day of campaigning for student body president elections had arrived. When I entered the school hall clad in a simple white tshirt and some sweatpants, a couple of people pounded on me, yelling out stuff like, "Vote for this person!" Or "Here's a cupcake, can I count on your vote?". The campaigners rustled away everytime some new student entered the building so it was okay, and as for the cupcake offerers, I took what I got gladly. Some idiot badgered a 'Vote For Wendy' badge on my tshirt and I removed it, checking it out in disgust before crumpling it and throwing it in the nearest bin. Jake was behind me, and oddly most of the campaigners didn't pounce on him, instead they treated him like a king making way for him. I turned around and saw him stuffing a cookie in his mouth, with some badges stuck on his sweatshirt. He smirked at me and slid an arm across my shoulder, leading us out of the glittery banner mess.
"Crazy isn't it?" I commented as we reached his locker.
"Crazier than last year." He said, stuffing some books inside the locker.
"Who are you going to vote for?" I asked him and he turned towards me, leaning against the locker.
"Wendy." He grinned and punched my nose, while I swatted away his hand.
"Really?" I smiled slyly.
"Really." He kissed my cheek and went away.
"Got football practice, I'll see you later Angel." He winked.
Angel? That was a new nickname. I squealed internally and headed towards the class where Andrew and Ryan were, to kill time.
"Hey," I waved at Ryan who sat on a chair with his eyes glued to his phone.
"Hey," he muttered back. Judging by the shooting and bomb sounds his phone was making I assumed he wasn't going to be involved in any conversation I tried to make so I sighed and leaned back on a chair, popping in some earphones and pressing play on my iPod, trying to drown out the cheering and blaring of horns outside.
After around an hour, someone came crashing into the class. I turned to see it was Wendy.
I stood up and so did Ryan. Plugging the earphones out of my ears, I crossed my arms.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
She entered the room, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Um, can we talk?" She asked. She sounded less snarkier than usual. I shrugged.
"In private." She added, glancing at Ryan who could barely conceal he astonishment on his face.
"Right." He muttered and slid out, shutting the door behind him as he left.
"Angela, you need to stop blaming me for what happened to the props." She said, referring to the ruined props.
I raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"Really? And why is that?" I said.
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Okay, look I didn't do it. I don't know why you keep blaming me for it but I didn't do it!" She exclaimed, raising her voice.
"Well, what about that ring I found with your name on it? Is that not yours?" I smiled. Who was she trying to fool?
"It is mine," she said glaring. "But I didn't do it!" She repeated again. Her eyes bore into mine.
"Right, so the ring magically appeared, didn't it?" I wiggled my fingers in the air, rolling my eyes.
"Look bitch-" she stopped and took a deep breath.
"Look Angela, when I say I didn't do it, I didn't do it. Now don't go around saying bullshit to people because elections are going on and you'll just ruin my chance of winning for nothing." She said loudly when the door opened with a bang.
In came Jake in all his glory, taking long strides till he stood beside me.
"Buzz off Wendy." He said.
She rolled her eyes. "Oh look, boyfriend comes to the rescue. I am so scared." She said sarcastically. "I'll say this one last time to both of you, I DID NOT DO IT." She said loud and clear then sashayed away.
I looked at Jake in surprise.
"How?" I started to say when Ryan entered, confusion apparent on his face.
"What the hell was that!?" He exclaimed.
"That bitch can't just come barging in here like she owns the place." He said, huffing.
"Jake?" I looked at him. He grinned at me. "I've got a radar Angie, that goes on full alert whenever Wendy's around you." He joked and I slapped him on his arm. "Shut up." I said, realising I wasn't going to get a straight answer from him.
"What did she want?" Ryan asked.
"She came here to tell me that she did not harm the props and she doesn't know how her ring got in there, and that's better not go around saying shit since it ruins her chances of winning." I explained.
"That's weird." Jake said. "She's not even giving a good explanation."
"I'm sure once the voting is over she won't even look at you." Ryan commented.
I thought hard.
"I find it a bit weird, all this time she has never admitted that she's done it. I mean, she's a person who'd gladly take the blame if it meant undermining me. But she has done anything but take the blame." I looked at Jake and Ryan. Ryan scratched his head and Jake looked up at the wall.
"Angela, we found her ring in there. That's solid proof!" Ryan stated.
"But anybody could have put the ring in their to shift the blame to her." I said.
Jake shuffled his feet.
"I don't know man, she does have a point. All this while we've been blaming her without any solid evidence. And I know her, if she had done it, she wouldn't be stupid enough to leave a ring behind." Jake quietly said. I sighed.
We were back to nowhere. Our suspicions were slowly shifting from Wendy but we did not have any idea who else could have done such a thing. I almost felt bad for her, as she had probably done nothing.
"So we need to widen our range now. I still don't agree eliminating Wendy from our non-existent list of suspects. In all possibility she could have done it. After all she does hate Angela." Jake spoke again.
"Look, what's done has been done guy," Ryan finally said. "We remade the props on time so no harm done. Forget about it and let the authority of the school figure out who did it."
"Ryan you know what happened when I went to the principal with her ring." I told him and he nodded.
"I know, I know, but honestly I don't really care anymore. The culprit will be dying inside and that's good enough for me." He shrugged.
I sighed and sat down on a chair. Jake pulled up a chair and sat beside me. Ryan stood there looking around till finally after ten seconds of awkward silence he too sat down and resumed playing games on his phone.
I turned to Jake.
"Jake, seriously, how did you end up here?" I asked him. He grinned.
"The radar." He simply said and I groaned.
"Jake!" I protested. He looked at me with a full blown smile. He didn't say anything and I rolled my eyes, looking at him in annoyance.
"Fine don't tell me. But next time you come barging in whenever Wendy's not around I'm seriously going to punch you in the face." I said and that idiot had the nerve to chuckle.
"Aw, Angie you couldn't hurt a fly!" He laughed and with two fingers I smacked him on his forehead.
"Ow!" He yelled, bringing his hand to his forehead.
"I can hurt you." It was my time to smirk now.
"Jake, go now, you're skipping class." He frowned and for up, making a face.
"Alright, alright, I get the message, you don't want me around." He said, faking sadness. I gave him a look that made him turn and walk out, and hopefully go back to class.
I wondered how he knew I was talking to Wendy. Did he have a person who kept tabs on me? Was he stalking me? I shuddered. I really would have to have a talk with Jake about this. I sat back and thought about my conversation with Wendy.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Wendy wasn't the one. But who else could it be? And what could be the motive, besides hating Ryan, Andrew or me to the core? Why was I playing detective.
I mentally added detective to my future career list.
When the bell rang for recess I headed out to the cafeteria, only to be engulfed by the overjoyed and overenthusiastic campaigners, and I couldn't help but take in their enthusiasm, feeling myself bubble with excitement. A few fists were bumped, a few cheers were yelled and a few cupcakes were eaten as I made my way to the table where Tanya and Jake were siting. Just then, Wendy and her troops passed by, and some random girl plastered a 'Vote For Wendy' batch on Tanya's tshirt, which he removed and crumpled immediately, aiming it for the nearest trash can.
"I'm curious," Tanya told Jake as I slid in next to him, grabbing an apple from her lunch tray, munching on it.
"Why'd you date Wendy?" She asked and I leaned forward, interested. She was his ex after all.
"Hmm lets see," he gazed up in thought.
"I'm popular, she's popular and she's hot. Dating her just happened, I mean, I didn't really love her and all that, just something two popular people simply had to do." He explained and quickly looked at me in concern.
"But I really do love you Angie, you're the first relationship I have and want to take seriously." He looked in my eyes and I resisted the urge to squeal.
"Ugh, you guys get a room," Tanya chuckled just when Zach sat down next to her.
"How about we do, eh?" He kissed her on the cheek and she playfully punched him, her cheeks turning red.
"Shut up," she muttered, leaning into him.
I giggled. Lunch passed normally, if I defined normal as crazy campaigners shouting out loud and blaring horns every ten seconds.
After the bell rang, I said goodbye to the three of them and headed back to the props room. The day went by in a blur, and aside from Wendy barging in earlier and the campaigning nothing special had happened.
When school was over I walked out, meeting Jake at the parking lot.
"Guess what," he said as I stood next to him. I raised an eyebrow.
"I found out why Principal Duvall isn't going to take any action against Wendy," he said excitedly.
"Why?" I asked.
"Wendy's father Mr. Van Pelt is a major partner of the school board, e donates huge amount of money every year. Obviously he wouldn't like it if he found out the principal is blaming his daughter for something that could possibly ruin her chance of getting into a good college." He explained and my eyes widened. This explained the principals behaviour.
"Damn," I mumbled. Just then someone familiar passed by me.
One look made my insides twist as I stated up at the fucker who had almost raped me at Jake's party pass by me. He avoided looking at the both of us, and oddly his face was swollen and purple, covered in bruises.
I looked away. Someone had beaten him up real bad. I shuddered, trying not to think about the party incident and looked down, appalled to see Jake trying to put his hands behind his back. I looked up at him questioningly, trying to hold his hands.
I could barely contain my horror when I saw his knuckles were red and bruised.
My eyes were stinging and I felt my throat dry.
I looked up at him.
"What?" I could barely find the words to say anything. He looked at me guiltily.
Jake had beaten up the Neanderthal.

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