Nothing Special

Chapter 2

"Is it true you and Kyle Lawrence, you know, did it?" This was the first thing Amanda said to me as she plopped down into the seat on my left, first hour Monday morning. Because it was first hour Monday morning, it took me a full thirty seconds to actually comprehend what she had said.

"Wh-what?" This is one of those moments where, if I had been drinking something, it would have been all over the back of the person in front of me.

"Well, Janie said that you got him all wet. What else would she have meant by that when the hottest guy in this school is involved?"

I rolled my eyes. "First of all, you sound like a cliche character in a bad romance novel. Second, there are plenty of other explanations for why he got wet. And third, if Janie told you that much, she also told you everything that happened, meaning you know exactly why he got all..." I gestured wildly for a hot second, searching for a better—less dirty—word, but came up with a blank, "...wet."

"I know that you fell on him and that he totally knows your name. You know how many girls would die to be in your place?"

I snorted. "Yeah, like you?"

"Eh," She scrunched up her nose, making a disgusted expression. "He's, uh, not my type."

"Oh, whatever. The way you've been going on about him makes it seem like you have a bit of a crush on him." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, to which she responded with an eye roll and a flip of her favorite finger; hint, it's not her pinky.

"No, but seriously.  Are you still so against the idea of dating that you aren't even a little attracted to the Kyle Lawrence, most commonly referred to as 'hottest guy in school'?"

"And now we're back to the cliche teen fic character," I sighed, pulling out my notebook and pencil.

"That wasn't an answer."

"I wasn't aware you were asking a question." I started scribbling down the notes from the board, trying to ignore Amanda's obnoxious stare. Don't get me wrong; I love the girl. I'd just love her more if she wasn't always looking for drama where there wasn't any.

"Fine." She finally relented after a few minutes of glaring me down. "Don't say anything. Sometimes the things we fail to speak out loud say more than anything we could have voiced with words."

"Wow. That was almost profound," I intoned dryly, my eyes never leaving my English teacher who I struggled to focus on.

"Oh, whatever. Ignore this all you want right now, but we are totally having a discussion about this later."

"I can't wait."

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"So, seriously, what's up with you and Kyle? Any action yet?" This was the first thing to come out of Amanda's mouth the second the bell rang, concluding our first hour.

We had started toward my locker and I was deciding on the most efficient way to strangle her without getting caught. Then I realized, as long as she could no longer ask me about a guy I had spoken to once, I didn't care if I landed in a prison cell for the rest of my life.

"Since you last asked an hour ago? I'm not sure! Why don't you tell me, considering we were in the same class together."

"So, you're saying you guys are invested in an entirely serious and intense relationship with each other? Well, I can't say I'm surprised..." she trailed off, a mischievous smile spread across her face.

I wanted to rip that smile right off and slap her with it, then throw it away so she couldn't ever speak again.

"I just want you to know that I know that your cussing me out and planning my painfully gruesome death in your head right now, and that it only serves to amuse me even more." I was so annoyed with her that I had to put my locker combo in three times before it finally clicked open.