Love Triangle

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

As soon as I thought that things couldn't grow from weird to weirder, I was out of whack. This morning, Wesley was the one that came to pick me up, with Katy obviously in the passenger seat. I was keeping a poker face in the backseat. I inched to text Katy but that would have been awkward and evident. I had to be patient and wait for the answers. I didn't know how a "romantic" relationship worked, not from an experience stance forth, but I highly doubted that what they have is anywhere near normal or conventional. I just wanted to know if they were together or not? I can't keep up.

Answers were not given. A shrug and a fake smile was given instead. What the hell was going on with my best friend?

I went through the motions of the day feeling odd and distant. Cook seemed uninterested in his regular banters, keeping to himself in class. No snarky comments. Just nothing. As if last night didn't happen. We weren't friends and we weren't enemies, we were nothing.

I don't know why I even cared.

I spent my lunch time reading while Katy and Wesley made out in the cafeteria. I was having a seriously hard time to concentrate on "The Great Gatsby" until Kent sat next to me and then well there was no reading being done at all with him so near to me. He asked me about tomorrow's math homework and I was at a lost because I hadn't started it.

"I'll just ask someone else for the answers, no worries," he said.

I tried not to cringe and think that he was using me for a Math homework. Out of all subjects. I suck more at math than he does.

Then he asked me, "How long have they been going at it?"

I glanced at my nonexistent watch, "Oh about 37 minutes," my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He laughed and then briefly looked at me for a moment longer, his laughter dying down. I was channeling all my energy not to look at his lips nor his eyes, so I ended up looking at my fake watch again and asking him what time it actually was since I don't have said watch.

He laughed again and gave me the time.

I felt like a total idiot.

In PE, Penelope and I exchanged phone numbers (again because she saved a wrong digit previously). She then said we should hang out sometime. I agreed earnestly. I'm not a social butterfly but I was excited by the prospects of seeing outside of a school setting, having never seen her at the parties Katie drags me to.

I was an hour into textbook and sleep when my phone buzzed with a message and within the next hour Cook was pulling up into my parking lot.

I wasn't ashamed of my house or my living situations. We were neat and mom and I took pride in our affordable decors.

There was a certain level of consciousness between lower middle-class people like me and upper-middle-class borderline rich class people like Cook.