Not Just Another Boy

Chapter 9

"So are you still like, Tom Wright's booty call?"

The question shocked me, and I looked up from my maths work, realising it was Josie who said it.

"Booty Call?" I questioned, squinting my eyes.

Josie. Pfft. Who did she think she was. 

Now I remembered why I don't like school too much. I was enjoying doing my maths equations till Josie's little comment. I have missed a lot of school... I'm not going to lie. I've been spending way to much time with Tom. I've still been keeping up with academic work though. I love learning, but girls are bitches.

"Well yeah." Said Josie, again snapping me out of my own peaceful world.

"Well, Josie if you call a girlfriend a booty call then I am his booty call, but that's a bit weird. I'm his girlfriend, alright?" I again narrowed my eyes, imitating other bitchy girls at this school, imitating Josie.

She rolled her eyes. I again narrowed my eyes at her.

Okay, well, school had been hard today. I just minded my own business, did my work. I was constantly interrupted with questions like Josie's.

"I heard Tom doesn't let you touch him is that true?" Alexandra asked in first period. A) WTF? And B) Yeah, I'm his GIRLFRIEND and I'm not allowed to touch him. Good job Alexandra! Hit the nail on the head with that one! Not!

Then, in second period, I remember Bec asking "Is Tom a good kisser? I've heard that" which was a fair enough question. So, I smiled, and replied "yeah, he is actually." And went back to my work. But that wasn't enough for Bec! "I bet he doesn't like kissing you" she wondered aloud. "Gee, thanks Bec! Nice talking to you!" I said, in my best sarcastic voice.

Honestly, people didn't even remember me for me anymore. Even teachers were saying they had read the article in the magazine and heard from other students I was going to Manchester with that "promising Lancaster FC captain."

In career ideals, (where we plan our future career and courses) I wrote down under "future accomplishments" that i wanted to "write historical biographies and historical fiction." And to get there, I needed and wanted to do a history major and a literature minor. When we said these aloud, I was met with laughs from many of my classmates. Jack Phillips even said "Tom's dating a geek!" And Josie (THIS WAS BEFORE HER COMMENT ABOUT ME BEING A BOOTY CALL) even said "I thought you wanted to be a wag when you grew up." And that was met with a roar of laughter.

My emotions throughout the day can best be symbolised by the Titanic sinking. At first, I had high expectations of the day, just like all those titanic passengers, then, it went downhill from there.

Someone even went to the trouble of writing "WAG" on my locker, in capital sharpie. Kind.

By the time Tom's range rover pulled up, I was more than ready to get in it. I had to stop myself crying before I entered the vehicle.

As soon as I got in, he realised something was wrong.

"What happened?" He asked.

I sighed.

"What didn't happen?" I asked, preparing my monologue in my head for a long speech.

"My boyfriend, the one person I think I love so much sometimes I could burst, completely betrayed me last night and treated me like shit, and today, I went to school, which I actually kind of used to enjoy, and everyone was teasing me for going out with you. And I know, I used to say I didn't care about the attention, because I love you and you're my world, and what we have us worth fighting for, and we are worth fighting for. But that's the thing. I don't know if it's worth fighting for anymore." I said, my tears finally flying loose.