Breaking Free from Everyday

Chapter 9: Fight

Chapter 9: Fight

Melanie

My school wasn't exactly small, but it was the kind where you would see people and at least know their name or have had a class with them once or twice. There aren't really any strangers around here.

And yet I haven't seen Parker since Wednesday.

6 whole days.

I wasn't complaining. I wasn't missing him. I wasn't thinking about him when I was bored in class. Ok, that one part was a bit of a stretch of the kind of truth.

So I thought about him once or twice. But it was in physics, PHYSICS. I don't like science, and I am known for spacing out.

And it wasn't the creepy kind of shit where I was dreaming about his bare chest or some weird thing like that. I mean ew. Gross. He's not ugly, he's actually kind of hot now, but NO. He's not my kind of guy. Not at all. Totally off limits. Not someone I fantasize about.

Yup.

My priority right now was homecoming. It was in 4 days and I still didn't have a date. Not that I really cared that much, I mean none of the freaky perverted boys in my school were people I really wanted to spend a dance with. It's like I would be asking to be murdered or something. No thank you.

I was even ready to ask out Ben. Seriously, I would do it at this point. I don't want unnecessary crap from the girls about me being the only cheerleader who couldn't get a date to homecoming.

Actually scratch that. I wouldn't want Ben as my homecoming date. That would be more awkward than socks with sandals at a prom.

I had no reason not to go, because when Amy found out I had my dance that night, she made me promise not to come in for my shift at the diner. She actually said she would pay me if I went to the dance. I needed the money too.

I saw mom counting the money at the table last night with deep creases in her forehead, as if she was trying to will more out of the hundred or so dollars I gave her out of my paycheck. I'm taking two more shifts now, as of this morning. But mom doesn't know. She would start crying and yelling, saying we could all be provided for and I needed to do something other than work.

But I needed to do it.

The thought of seeing Parker even more didn't bother me as much either. I told myself it was because of the fact that I was helping my family.

I walked down the hallway, wearing my irritating cheerleading uniform. I have been forced to wear it every day this week due to homecoming. The amount of time I spent cleaning this uniform is something no one will ever truly appreciate.

My day has slightly sucked so far, but then again school has never been wonderful towards me. I pushed open the door to my English class and sat down in the seat near the window at the back of the classroom.

I heard the bell go off to signal the beginning of class and crossed my legs as I slid further down into my seat. The class was big and when I saw that someone sat in the desk next to mine, I inwardly groaned at the thought of needing to put my cheerleader act on.

Could I never be left alone?

I turned to cheekily smile at the person next to me, but I was met with a scowl from a girl I vaguely recognized.

"Don't use your cheerleader crap on me. I see right through you," she spat at me, her dark eyes full of hatred.

Ummm ok. I looked away feeling really awkward, but a part of me was churning inside.