The High School Sociables

Chapter 2

     For the rest of the day, I didn’t see the nice player. I headed back to my light blue locker, just to unintentional drop everything on the floor. I bent down to grab my assignments, and I notice something in the pile of papers. There was a cream colored piece of paper that usually held my orders, but all it said was, “Good Luck with dinner.”

     What dinner? I thought, but I decided not to think too hard about it. I just totally ignored it like I do on my minions.  I had an audition tomorrow, and I didn’t have to time to do anything that might bite me in the butt later. I glanced at my phone that received a text from my mom. She texted: Come home soon! We have company. No, you can definitely not ditch.

     I groaned because I hate when we have company to this very day. People always come by to talk to my parents and kiss up to me. Every other day, someone would come to eat our food. I slammed my locker close and digged through my purse for my keys. I climbed into my car to drive to my nightmare.

     “I’m home!” I said, faking my sweet innocent voice. The more nice I am to our company, the more money I get for my overpriced clothes. Like usual, my mom welcomes me with a hug and drags me to the living room where they sit before eating. This was the little routine we do with everyone that visits us. I didn’t even look at them when I automatically said, “Hello.”

     “Hey.” I heard a deep voice say as well as two adults, but the voice stood out the most. The greeting wasn’t like a “Hi, nice to meet you.’, but more like, ‘Hello, we meet again.’ My eyes automatically matched the voice to the face. The face was him, the nice effing player. I gaped as he didn’t even have to fake a smile directly at me. I copied him, trying not to scowl. Then he politely said, “This house is so nice.”

     “I’m glad you think so. Our guest house your staying at is very similar.” my mom replied with the most nicest voice that I’ve ever heard. My jaw dropped, and I glared at my mother as she does the same. My mom looked at me and explained the situation. Apparently, the nice player’s family just moved into town because of work. (Total HSS M.O) They needed a place to stay, so my mom offered them the guest house. She finally said, “Enough of this, let’s move on to dinner.”  

    “Yes, let us.” I said in a hoarse voice. My father directed everyone to the dinner room, and I continued to glare at the player. Everyone made small talk and attempted to make jokes (key word: attempt). Until finally, I said, “So how’s school?”

     “Yes, he told me it’s great. Vincent is a 4.0 student. He is brilliant in math and talented, but he always hides it. In fact, he’s trying out for the school musical.” Vincent’s mom proudly stated for him like I wanted his life story. So many thoughts came into my mind: He’s trying out for the musical? Will the HSS even allow that? So, his name is Vincent, huh? As bipolar as my mind went through, I snickered. I realized one little thing. My parents knew I was popular in general (not about the program), but his parents don’t know that Vincent is suppose to be a player. Vincent lightly kicked me under the table when he saw my realization flash across my face, and I let out a little yelp.

     As we were dismissed from dinner, I went to my bedroom to finish my homework, change into PJ’s, and take off my contacts. How fun. I was still frustrated at Vincent with the musical. The first time in forever where I could feel like myself, he just had to invade it. In all my years in highschool, I never got to do anything I enjoyed except James.  I spotted Vincent from the window, wondering why he had to ruin the only fun thing I would ever do. Then my phone buzzed.

      He texted: I didn’t know you wore glasses.

     I texted: Wow, stalker much.