Daily Dose of Dysfunctionality

Day 2

    If I had a nickel for every time in a day where I told myself, "Ugh, you idiot!" I could probably buy a smallish dog. I spent all day the next day avoiding Chris, who wouldn't stop bothering me, his friends, and any social interaction with any of the guys in our entire school. I kept my head down, which wasn't a good idea, because I ended up going head first into the new guy. 

    My books spilled all over the crowded hall, no one having the courtesy to not step on them. 

    "I'm so sorry!" I said, getting on my knees and starting to fill my tattered bag with books.

    "No, no, it's not your fault. I should've watched where I was going. Here, let me help," he said. His voice was hard to describe. It was nice to listen to, like the ocean. Gosh, that's cheesy. I tried my hardest not to look at him. When the task was done, I quickly retreated.

    "Thanks! Bye!" I said, rushing away.

    I couldn't hear his reply. I found my friends and told them what had happened.

    "Ooooohhhhh!" Charlotte nudged me.

    "Be quiet. He's in Chris's crowd. He can't be any good. None of them are," I said, but I involuntarily blushed furiously anyway.

    Suddenly Lacey came in with a notebook filled with her scribbly cursive.

    "I found out all I could," she said, handing it to Bella.

    "He went to our school two years ago, but spent a year studying abroad at one of the prestigious boarding schools in England. Wow. So now he's back. He plays guitar and wants to start up a band, he writes poetry, and can sing. He's on the soccer team and has a dog named Peaches. He has soccer practice every day after school until 5:30. What a catch! You picked a good one, Rory!" Bella wiggled her eyebrows in my direction.

    I gaped at Lacey. "How did you. . ."

    "I have my sources, also I'm really good at blending in," she smiled up at me from her adorable height of 4'11. It wasn't hard for Lacey to be a super spy with her golden-brown hair that cascaded down her back, and her awesome ninja powers. 

    "I don't understand, but it's pretty cool. When's his first soccer game?" Charlotte inquired.

    "WE ARE NOT GOING TO HIS SOCCER GAMES!" I objected.

    "Okay, sure whatever. Halloween dance on Friday. If he doesn't ask you to dance, all hope in humanity is lost," said Bella dramatically.

    We made our way to art, the last class of the day, and all took our places in a row next to each other. I love lack of seating charts. Bella and Charlotte were of course doing beyond-human capable work. Lacey was doing better than I was of course. Mine, well, mine looked like a preschool finger painting. That didn't bother me. I enjoyed being with my friends. Then there was the group of populars in Chris's crowd who just did art to slack off. They spent the whole time making paper airplanes and other weapons of mass distraction. (haha).

    One flew almost on my wet painting.

    "Unfold it!" demanded Chris.

    Not wanting glue or paint in my hair, I obliged. I opened the flyer. (Seriously the puns?)

    It read in obnoxiously large Led Zeppelin font:

    "Carnage Mayhem: Featuring front-man the Chris Cobalt, Open Band Practice TODAY after school at Chris's house. Be there or be square! Unless you weren't invited. Then buzz off!"

    "So?" Chris had passed from his seat to mine, while I had read the flyer.

    "Depends. Do you actually sing? We might need to warn the surrounding countries," I said dryly.