I hadn't spoken to either of my friends since yesterday.
After standing awkwardly in the doorway for a while, I was finally invited inside. They sat down together on the couch, and I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest. Kelly patted the spot next to her, but I just shook my head. I wasn't getting close to either of them until I new what the hell just happened.
Nobody told me anything. Kelly was looking at her feet, and Max was looking at me. There was a sad expression on his face.
"Look," I eventually said, "I'm not mad that you to were fooling around. Its your life. Your choice. I'm just mad you didn't tell me." Now they were both looking at their feet. "My two best friends seeing each other behind my back! Why? Why would you do that?"
Kelly looked up at me and said, "It was nothing! We were just having some fun. I didn't think I needed to tell you."
"It was only a couple times," Max added.
I raised my eyebrow. So they had done this before. Max, just realizing what he had said, widened his eyes and started fumbling for accuse. I held up my hand for him to stop. Then I asked, "When was the first time?"
"Jasmine-"
"When was the first time?" I was shouting now.
They looked down again. "Over the summer," the two mumbled in unison.
Then I left. I turned on my heel and walked out of the door. I ignored them shouting after me. I ignored their various calls and texts now taking up all of my memory. Eventually I just turned my phone off.
I didn't go home afterword's. I still wasn't ready to deal with my mother. She would pound me until I spilled about skipping. She still hasn't found out. Instead, I went down to the coffee shop. I ordered my regular, large mocha with extra whipped cream and caramel, and waited until seven before going home. Then I snuck through my window, put in my headphones, and drifted off to sleep.
Now I was sitting in third period, not listening to the teacher rant on and on about the importance of Shakespeare's fantastic works. This was going to bite me in the butt later when he decided to hand out a pop quiz on everything he had said today, but I honestly could care less.
The bell rang in the middle of his explanation of Hamlet. Everyone totally forgot about Mr. Harris and bolted toward the door, including me. He was calling after us, telling us to remember our homework, which I already forgot. I'll ask someone at lunch I guess.
I unlocked my locker and pulled out a grease stained paper bag which contained the lunch my mom had left for me on the counter. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and apple, and a bag of BBQ chips. I stopped at one of the various vending machines around the school and bought a bottle of Coke before heading outside to the track to eat my lunch.
Usually I sit in the middle of the field with Kelly and Max, but I was no longer talking to them for the time being. I decided to scale the bleachers and settled down at the very top. I opened my Coke and took a long sip. In the distance, I could see my friends looking around the field for me. I ducked down, hoping they wouldn't spot me. I was to late.
Kelly jumped and pointed in my direction. Max nodded and started sprinting across the field. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. I quickly shoved my food back into the bag and started walking away. When I heard people calling my name I walked faster. Then I heard footsteps pounding on the metal of the bleachers, so I broke into a run. I till was not fast enough. Why did I have to be so damn unathletic?
Someone caught my arm and pulled me back. I crashed into the persons chest, causing me to spill my lunch everywhere. I looked up into Max's face and snapped, "You owe me lunch. That includes a drink and dessert."
