Today was hectic. Zayn started to hang out with the cheer squad. He doesn't even look at me anymore. This shouldn't bother me, but it does. I can't pretend I don't care, I can't lie to myself. But what he did, was wrong. I mean, I think... I shake my head. No, I am right. He was wrong and doesn't deserve to be forgiven. If he wants to ignore me and pretend to be popular, good for him. Luckily for me, I'm not fake.
I sit on the couch and flip through the channels. Nothing is on, and I have reached the 500's now. I shut the TV and lay my head back. I have been sleeping a lot, lately. I have nothing else to do, really. My mom and dad are shit parents, I don't mean to be rude. Isn't this some sort of neglect? That they kinda never pay attention to me. They don't care about my grades, which every parent should. What am I gonna do about it? Call the cops? I laugh at the thought. I need rest, I'm becoming delusional.
A sharp tap on my shoulder wakes me up. It's Macy, a friend I made today. She sat with me at lunch and we exchanged numbers. I really need to lock the door more often.
"Sorry to wake you! I rang the doorbell twice and your mom answered. Thank you Mrs. Jackson!" She waves to my mother, who was walking up the stairs. When did she come home?
"Oh uh, hi." I sit up, in embarrassment.
"I have awesome news! Wake up, girl!" She jumps. The movement is too much for my aching head.
"Go for it." I yawn, apologizing for my lack of manners.
"Okay, so this really cute boy asked me to the movies, but I'm so scared! I've never had a boy like me and I want you to come! Please, oh please!" She whines. Why am I friends with her? "Be nice, Carmen." I have to remind myself constantly these days.
"Alright. What's his name, if you don't mind me asking." I smile. My voice is still a bit groggy. Her energy is making me annoyed, but she's happy. I need happy.
"Zack, I think. I didn't really catch his name. But I heard a cheerleader yell it." She smiles. Her bright white teeth blinds my eyes.
"I'm not going." I say, in sudden realization that she's definitely referring to Zayn. What kind of game is he playing here? He obviously saw us sit together at lunch. He knew that she would tell me. Is he expecting me to get mad? Because, it's not working. Okay, maybe it is.
"Awe! But why!" She whines, her bright face going dim.
"Because, I do not like Zayn. He's a backstabbing lying piece of...piece of garbage!" I say. My voice escalates. Her face is understanding, she can tell that we have a history.
"Okay. I'm sorry, Carm. I didn't know...that you guys knew each other... I will not go with him. I won't do that to you, I promise. Now cheer up! Let's go get some ice cream, or coffee, or something. Let's get to know each other." Her perfect face lights up again. I would kill to look like her. She has long blonde soft hair, long eye lashes, a perfect body, perfect teeth. She's perfect. How come everyone I meet makes me look like a piece of garbage?
