CHAPTER 8: WHAT A JERK!
Tuesday, August 24, 2014
Dear Diary,
When I woke up the next morning for school, Blane stood at the door in a black leather jacket, blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans. He looked so cute.
Before I went to bed last night, I pledged to not dive into a relationship like I had with Abe. Abe was a mistake. Let’s not make Blane one.
After I had my glass of orange juice and brushed my teeth, Blane and I walked into school together. People stared, mostly at Blane, but at me too. Today, I wasn’t wearing booty shorts, thank god. I was wearing a stolen pink mini skirt, white tank top, and light pink cardigan from Katie’s closet. I even wore some jewelry and straightened my hair.
I could tell Blane liked the style change by the way he stared at me as I walked down the stairs this morning. When we left the house he said, “Nice style change, gorgeous.” I blushed but he didn’t see, thank god.
As we walked down the hallways, his friends hooted and hollered at him. They ranged from “nice bro!” to “dammnn can I get a little piece of that too Blaney boy? Owe Owe!”
As we stood outside Mr. Smith’s class, I said, “we’re not together, right Blane?” He smiled and said, “Oh of course not! No, no!” Then, he kissed me on the cheek and promised to wait for me after class.
During Mr. Smith’s lecture on President Carter, I zoned out. I already knew what he was going to say about Iran and the Camp David Accords. Everything was such a bore.
“What is your insight on this, Ms. Rosenthal?”
“Sorry what?” I asked waking up from a daze.
“What is your view on President Carter?”
“That’s easy. Great man, terrible president.”
Everybody laughed, including Mr. Smith.
“Aptly said, Ms. Rosenthal. Just try not to daze off again or I’m going to have to force you to teach the class” he said winking.
The girls around me giggled at the supposed flirtation attempt. Candice, the girl to my right, passed me a note asking if I was switching between Blane and Mr. Smith. Right after I responded with a “that would require me to have either ;)”, I was excused to use the restroom.
As I walked aimlessly through the halls, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. I saw Abigail, a girl from my math class, making out with Blane. My Blane. Well, my supposed Blane. I cleared my throat as I passed by them, and Blane and Abigail turned.
“Carter?”
“Hey Blane!”
“It’s not what it looks like…” Blane started.
“Save it,” I replied curtly.
“Oh, wait I thought you guys weren’t a thing,” Abigail said.
“We’re not,” I responded.
“Okay… then what’s with the weird tensions.”
“No weird tensions. Continue,” I said as I walked away.
“Wait Carter…” Blane said as he pulled away from Abigail and stopped before me.
“Carter, please stop. It… I… I have no self control. I’m so sorry. Please… Carter.”
“Save it. I told you we weren’t together so you’re innocent. Do whatever you want.”
“Carter I want you! You just don’t want me!”
I stopped in my tracks and walked back to where he was standing. I was about an inch away from his face when I said, “You have no idea how much I wanted you, but it’s all over now. Have a nice life.”
I spun around and hit him in the face with my high ponytail. Suddenly, I wanted to get out of these clothes. I hated them. Whenever Katie was around, bad things happened. This time, she didn’t even have to be present for bad things to happen.
I ran to the nurses office and asked to go home on account of illness. She allowed me to leave and told me she would notify Mr. Smith.
I ran out of the school in tears. Why had I been so stupid? Blane was the cool kid. The hot kid. The athletic kid. The popular kid. The smart kid. He was everything that Abe was, so why had I been so stupid as to believe that he could be any different from him?
All I could do was plug in my headphones and run. Just like usual.
