In a town as small as mine, you were very likely to meet someone- anyone- you knew. And that was exactly what I intended to not do. I wanted to spend my summer vacation away from the people I saw everyday. The people I went to school with. The people that seemed to constrain me, make me feel so... judged and confined. I couldn't breathe and be me around them. And I'd been going to school with those kids since we were all so young.
So this summer I planned to relax and- attempt to- stay away from those sorts of people I knew.
But of course, that attempt had failed. Here I was, not even out of my driveway, and there were three teens loitering at the edge of the road.
And with my luck, they just happened to be the schools Queens. I'm not naming them each. I know their names, heck, I even know where they each live. But names- theirs specifically- don't matter to me. They're the Barbie dolls of the school. The bossiest girls. True bitches. They *think they* own the school.
Every school's got it's cliques, at mine, sure we still do, but they're less defined. Everyone just goes about their own business, only paying attention to themselves and their friends.
I don't have super close, supportive friends, and so where do I fit in? Nowhere. And I've stopped trying so hard.
Meaning I'm either ignored or curtly acknowledged. Sometimes glared at. Sometimes the topic of a curious- *nosy- group.
And so currently, I have become the latter.
"Heyy Cathy," Queen #2 drawled.
I waved halfheartedly, and frowned at what she'd called me. Ugh, I hated that. Cathy.
"Shut it," Queen #1elbowed #2. "She don't wanna talk to you- oh, wait, she can't even talk anyways."
The Queens let out a huge guffaw (surely they didn't realize they sounded like... donkeys....rather than, say, wind chimes) and then all held their stomachs as if that was the most hilarious thing ever.
"Why don't you ever talk hun?"
I had no idea which of the three it was this time, but I answered quietly. "I do talk. You just have to talk to me. And listen. And treat me equal. Not as if I'm stupid." I whispered the last part.
The girls were silent for a second, but then started giggling.
"Ugh. Let's just gooo, the boys are waiting." #3 had an annoyingly high pitched voice that seemed to scrape my eardrums.
#1 pinched #3's cheek. "Hun, those boys would wait forever for us. But you know what? I think we should go meet em. See what they wanna give us today." She waggled her eyebrows in a way that made me feel embarrassed for her.
The Queens giggled again and headed off. Never sparing me a second glance.
I sighed. Oh, the perks of living next door to a bad boy.
Sometimes- all the time these days- I really hated that. Despite the strip of forest running from out back to in between our houses, we were still close enough to realize it 24/7. And I really did hat living just 500 feet away from the towns worst (by a little town's standards) delinquent. Aaron.
Heartless, proud, dangerous, rude, temperamental, and arrogant. So arrogant. He didn't care how pretty or old you were. Just so long as you were at least a slightly decent looking female, he would flirt up a storm, parade his good looks, and show off in the stupidest ways possible.
And to think I'd almost fallen for him once upon a time myself.
Luckily, I'd caught myself just in time. But I'd fallen instead for Evan. Maybe that'd been worse. Maybe Aaron... Well Aaron was known for his shortest-relationships-record. Pick em up, fool around some, drop em and move on to the next. At least with him, feelings wouldn't have found their way so deep in. I wouldn't have had the time for that with him. But with Evan...
Well, boys were boys. Best left to girls like the Queens. And girls like Ariyana, apparently.
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After the Queens were far out of sight, I cautiously left the driveway and began my walk in the opposite direction. Towards our microscopic town center, complete with a post office, library, gas station, thrift shop, and small food shack. Oh and then the small park and beach a couple miles further at Little Lake. Practically Teen-Hangout-Central. Ugh. Hopefully I wouldn't meet anyone else. Especially not Queen-types, especially not delinquent teen boys. Especially not ex-best friends.
Ohh my social awkwardness. Exactly why I didn't get too close to anyone. Exactly why I didn't have a boyfriend.
Top Reasons- Excuses?- Why I Don't Have a Boyfriend
* guys don't give a sh!t about me
*I'm just weird and awkward. Once they get to know me, they'll wanta leave me (right?)
*I don't wear makeup, shop expensive, etc. to make me a worthy girlfriend to a guy in this town
* They all think they know everything about me. No, they don't. They also judge. Got high standards.
*Just something you can think is yours and you're theirs till they cheat on your stupid, ignorant a$$
*I'm not lonely at all, I <3 being single. I don't want someone special to care about me. I'm definitely not lonely. (LIES!!)
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