Not So Unlucky

IV

"What?" I questioned. He must've noticed how he reacted so sharply because he quickly shut his mouth, though he still hadn't replied. "Is there something wrong with that?" 

Silence. I looked him straight in the eyes and saw only one thing: confusion. "Look, if it bothers you that much just forget I said anything at all!" I shouted back at him after turnig around and heading towards my car, 

- SPENCE SAID HE'S SORRY FOR IGNORING YOU TODAY- I had read the text over three times now. It was sent to me, quite obviously, by Georgia so he most likely told her some other version of the story because he not only ignored the large question at hand, but he acted as if I'd done some terrible thing and he would never speak to me again. That kind of silence was unearable. But thank the lord anyways for that. I mean if he had told her everything, I would've been in serious trouble with Georgia. Either way socially shut down from her for some period of time. I decided not to respond because I was already pretty annoyed by the two of them. From downstairs, "Rozzie! Dinner's ready!" my mother called. I took two steps at a time in command of my rumbling stomach which led me to the table filled with warm food. I sat across from my mom, but stayed quiet. Throughout the dinner, she gave me helpings of strange look which were probably because of my seemingly endless silence and a face that read " if even one person tries to talk to me i might break something ". And I was generally content that my mother didn't juct come out with a million question about my weird mood. The rest of the night I stayed up mostly to think and wonder what was up with my social circles sudden behavioral issues, when my eyelids slowly blinked closed because I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. The weekend went by fast enough, and for the first time I was actually dreading school. My plan? Ignore him. Unless of course, he confronted me. Then, I'd have to find someway to either avoid the situation and run away from my problems, or face them head on. If I decided on the latter I would just have to wing it . The only thing I have to look forward to this week was my birthday on Wednesday. Although, turning 17 wasn't such a big deal. Certainly not as important as the bordering years like 16 or 18. But I was excited, nonetheless. 

On Monday morning, I walked into school with my chin up and the best fake genuine smile I could plaster on my face. I guess some part of it was actually real considering the sleep I got last night made me somewhat forget about my "troubles". That smile, however, slowly dissipated into a small frown of dissapointment before retuning to a new completely fake smile, as soon as I saw my best friend sitting on the lap of my crush-since-forever with a large toothy grin, surrounded by all of our friends. I trudged about halfway towards them before giving up the rebellion inside me. Saved by the bell, was what my actions could be accounted for, as I ignored the calls from Georgia when she called out for me: "Rozzie! Rozzie over here!" I raced to my first period class, almost thankful that I wouldn't have to deal with that drama until my math class... And who knows? Maybe I'll just ditch. 

"Ditch? You're too much of a goody-goody for that", my friend Jared said, as I explained my plan to him (obviously leaving out the part of  my love life that did not need to be shared with him). 

"Yeah, you're probably right. God, what was I thinking? That could've gone on my permanent record or something. I'm so stupid." I shake my head. School. I need to focus on school. That is my priority. My concentration must not stray anymore from school. 

"Hell yeah! I'm always right" Jared winks at me and gives me a sly grin. I laugh at his arrogant mood. His confidence is definitely ten times louder than mine, but I know he's only joking when he compliments himself. It's possible that this day might not suck so much. 

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Oh yeah! I updated bothof my stories. Glad I could finally get another piece onto here. Sorry that it took so long. But I'm going to raise my standards and hopefully have you reach them before my next update. 20 reads? Tell your friends. 

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