The Homecoming Agenda

step three; don't fake a date to homecoming

step three; don't fake a date to homecoming

Something about Matt really annoyed me. Maybe it was his didn’t give a fuck attitude or maybe it was that he was still cooler than me despite being a total fucking loser. But it was probably the fact that he had never really bothered me before today. I mean there was the occasional laughing at a ‘That Slut Alaina’ reference, but he had never actually said the words to me directly before.  I'm certain he did with his friends, but he generally ignored me. And today he has the audacity to randomly say I was a slut to my face?

            I couldn’t help but keep thinking about it, even long after he had walked away leaving me no time to respond. It got me thinking about why he had actually complied to going with me and not just laughed his head off and then going to tell his friends about it.

 

             I made my way back to the cafeteria for what was left of the lunch period. As I passed the stoner table located on the outskirts of the cafeteria next to the front entrances, Matt looked up at me and winked. I quickly looked away and kept on walking, making sure to give him the finger behind my back.

            Back at my own table on the direct opposite side from the stoners, Jen and Vena looked to still be arguing. Most likely still about Jason Lynn. Vena had been practically in love with him since elementary school and is insistent that he actually doesn’t care about the social status of a girl. Whereas, Jen and I realize that Jason hadn’t ever dated a girl that wasn’t a cheerleader in his entire life. Even his typical pathetic middle school relationships were with the cheerleaders – also called sluts in most cases.

“You missed like the entire lunch, what the hell took you so long?” Jen demanded, as Vena tilted her head in agreement.

I slumped down in my seat across from them and picked up my phone from the table. I had forgotten I had left it here. They had probably taken a hundred pictures while I was gone. “It’s not important.”

“What, were you and Matt Thompson holed up in the janitors closet having sex or something?” Vena laughed at her own joke. Jen giggled and blushed. My friends never talked about sex, ever. I don’t think I had ever even heard Vena utter the word before in my life.

“I don’t even think we have a janitors closet in this school.” I ignored the parts of that comment I did not like and focused on the two words I could question.

            Vena shrugged and reached into the front pocket of her backpack to grab a stick of gum. She had a slight obsession, brought on by Jason’s obsession. Vena has a sad life, I know. “Not the point.”

            I glared at her. “Why’d you even choose, out of every guy in this god awful school, Matt Thompson? What’s up with that? Do you like Matt? What about poor Jason?” I tried to move the accusations off of myself.

“No, ew. I just happened to see him leave the cafeteria right behind you, and come back right before you. Just simple observations are all.” Vena smirked at me like she knew exactly what I was up to.