I quickly set some toilet paper in place of a pad and rushed to the nurse’s office. As I was passing people in the halls I couldn’t listen in on anyone’s thoughts. This is why I dread my period more than other females. I can’t listen in on anyone’s thoughts and if I can then its like snippets and I can’t control when I’m hearing the thoughts; usually I’m just bombarded and forced to have an excruciating migraine. When I reach the nurse’s office, Helen the assistant tends to me and swiftly hands me a pad and I’m on my way to the bathroom on the third floor of this ten story building.
As I reach the restroom, “Candie’s” nasally voce fills my ears. Nope…nope…nope. Bitch mode is so on when it’s that time of the month which happens every other three months. With my head held high and my shoulders wide and strong I walked in to a stall and all the chitter- chatter that Candie was a part of halted when I walked in. Swiftly, I completed the business I needed to attend to and walked out of the stall and tactically washed my face and hands. Their eyes pierced a burning sensation on the side of my face but I remained stoic. Instead of just walking out without a word, I walked to the full length mirror and “fixed” my hair. I casually glanced at the girls that surrounded Candie. To no surprise, the girls were practically her shadows; dyed hair with make-up you would consider to be a shade away from clown-ish. Candie held a smirk while her little minions just avoided my gaze. “Nice to know you had no trouble making new friends Candie,” my hand was on my hip with my position slightly slanted as I said the words with a small grin. Her no longer hazel eyes held hate towards me. “Nice to know you can actually speak without your little group behind you. Oh and in case you were wondering Cody is already taken for the dance; heard you’re still going alone. What no one like little Sirena?” Her mock child voice certainly agitated me but I wasn’t going to let her see that her choice of words stung. Of course they weren’t true but still coming from her it was like vile. What should I say to her? My mind was wondering with what could possibly aggravate her.
Got it.
“Oh don’t worry Candie, he doesn’t have to be my date in order for me to kiss him. You would know about that wouldn't you? Well, byes love.” With that, I exited the restroom and walked towards the girl’s locker room to change into clothes that were more conservative. A Luke Skywalker shirt some ripped black jeans and some sneakers from Coach that I’ve had for two years now; very comfy outfit. My hair was left down quite messily if I don’t say so myself, oh well. Who am I here to impress? After changing in the locker room I went to my locker and grabbed the textbooks I needed and was then greeted by Giselle and Chanel. We exchanged our hello’s but I knew something was up because of how secretive they were being but when Giselle tried to ask about the drama that happened yesterday I dismissed the subject and rushed to my first period. Calculus was something I looked forward to although I would never admit it; I was good at math, I loved math. I was the first one in the classroom with only Ms. Armstrong present; great. My phone was located in the pocket of my backpack and was vibrating nonstop.
Checking my phone I saw a message from Taylor
‘Get a costume. Your going 2 the dance wether u lyk it or not.’
Then another message
Rly need to ask you about something. Meet me in the quad behind your calculus class. It’ll take 3mins & the bell dsnt ring for another 6 c: -Nick
Nick? New kid Nick? Haven’t really spoken to him since, well since the huge fight. What could he possibly want to talk to me about? Nothing comes to mind so I quickly go to the quad.
I see him in a plain white t- shirt and blue jeans that I’ll admit looked quite flattering on him.
Wait…what?
He isn’t looking in my direction but at his phone while running his finger through his perfectly tousled hazel- colored hair. I make sure to step on dried leaves just to gain his attention and when I do he smiles a genuine smile at me. Something that quickly send Liam’s face to mind. No, stop thinking about Liam.
“Hey Nick. I got your message. What’s up?” Instead of looking at his gorgeous blue eyes, I stared at my now sweaty palms. Why am I nervous all of a sudden?
“Well… the thing is… I wanted to know whether you … uhm… I was wondering…would you go to the dance with me?”
