The Final Season

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

My room was a complete mess. It usually was, but seriously, I couldn't find the floor. Heaps of clothing were piled up in every corner. Getting dressed has never been this difficult for me. It's not like I don't have anything to wear either. I just feel like everything I grab just doesn't look right on me. And if it does, usually it's uncomfortable, and I need comfort. I sat back down at my desk and sighed into the computer.

"Just go naked," Sarah said from the other end of the webcam and I rolled my eyes, and refrained from shutting the laptop off. "Why do you even care what you look like?"

I didn't like the implication her raised eyebrow held. I crossed my arms and simply explained that I was going out to eat. I can't just throw on a sweatshirt and leggings. That sounds so good right now. Maybe I should just go causal, even though that's kind of pushing it for causal and steering more toward scumbag apparel. But I am a scumbag. Touché. Can a person touché their self?

"Maybe you're dressing up for your hot coach huh?" Sarah asked grinning from the other end. This, I did not miss. I can only imagine how she'd act if she was around me everyday, or in Davis' class. Even worse, the team. Her and Val would get along great. Perverts I have for friends. Great judge of character on my part.

"No," I responded indignantly and grabbed some gummy worms from the bowl beside me. "Davis is---" I rake my brain for the perfect word, "taken,"

"Oh," her eyes lit up and I'm not sure why, "you like him!"

"No," I said slowly, "why the hell would you think that?"

"I don't know," she exaggerated, "oh right, maybe because before when I asked you that question you'd say 'ew Sarah he's not cute he's gross,' but now you're like 'he's taken, but I wish he wasn't'"

"I never said I wish he wasn't!"

"Yeah, but you were thinking it!"

"No I wasn't. Besides, he's still gross, and he's not cute. I'm just saying, he has a girlfriend so you should move on from that idea. That's all I meant."

She's so great at manipulating my words. For a minute, I almost believed her, which is ridiculous because I'd never like Davis. Not in a million years. Not for a million dollars. For one he's old. I mean, I guess twenty four isn't old. Zac Efron is twenty six, and I'd marry him without a question. He wouldn't even have to be romantic. He could just be like "wanna get hitched?" and I'd be swooned over. But Davis isn't Zac Efron, and besides he has a girlfriend, who's really nice, and she must put up with a lot of shit from him. I'd never be able to do it. Kudos to her. Most of all, he's a teacher. I don't think Sarah, or Val, cares, but I do. That's weird. How could a student even date a teacher? Would they really pull it off? Being secretive and all? If it were me, I'd get caught in the first week. Then I'd be expelled, and no college would want me, and I'd end up on the streets, and I would not last out there. Not for a second.

"Whatever you say Iris,"

"You don't believe me?"

"I believe that you're insane for not finding your hot soccer coach attractive. One, he's hot. Two, he plays soccer. That's like all you ever wanted,"

Austin comes to my mind. If I ever had a list with boxes to check, his would have a checkmark in each category. Even better, he's my age, and I wouldn't be expelled if I decided I wanted to date him. I wouldn't have to hide, and I wouldn't feel like I was doing something wrong. I wouldn't feel guilty. I'd feel great actually.

"Whatever. Can we please focus on what I'm going to wear? And what about prom? I have no idea."

"Okay, prom is months away, lets focus on present,"