Love Deprived

Chapter 8

Wysteria's P.O.V

Okay well Tuesday isn't that exciting. It's just the last day of school where a whole bunch of excited teenagers look at the clock all day wondering when they would get out of the hell hole called school. Meanwhile I have to worry about getting one stupid science test done and I HATE it. It was two questions that brought me down to a freaking C and I was not happy.

So instead of immediately getting to meet my friends for pizza and then going to Bluebells for an extra two hours (even though we are having a sleepover anyways), I have to spend another hour in the stuffy science room, trying to take a test that I basically guessed on in the first place. God why does this have to happen to me of all people? Oh wait I know why, it's because the universe freaking HATES ME. Oh and if think my life is bad, then you haven't heard all of Bluebells story yet. I will tell you my life story as this goes on, but until then...

So now we are back to Tuesday. It's first period and that means literacy with my loudest teacher ever, Mrs. Lake. Today is book talk day, which is just another excuse for us to give a meaningless speech about our books in order to get a grade. Well at least we can eat food. As I listen to people drag on and on about their books, I daydream about Kendrick and how I won't get to see him this summer.

It's not like I see him every summer though. I mean I've liked the guy since 6th grade and have barely said a word to him. He talks to me, in a few ways. His body language being one of them. His facial expressions being another. But he hardly says a word to me otherwise. Even when we are in the same group of friends, he doesn't really say anything to anyone, much less me. But I know when he's trying to say things to me. Call me crazy, but he has kind of a special smile that he only shows me when I'm around.

Some of my friends think that he and I would be cute together. Others think I'm crazy for even thinking that he could like me. And almost all of them think that he is too much of a douche and that he's a complete jerk. Well that's true when he's around his super popular friends. But here's the thing. I have seen the other side of him. And when I tell people that, they just think I'm crazy. I have really only seen him once or twice outside of school, but when I did see him, I saw a side that no one else would even think of seeing in him. That one day I saw him at the park, I saw his caring side. I saw his love of animals and I saw his sweet side.

At one point I looked over at Bluebell and she instantly knew what I was trying to tell her. My crush had a sweet and caring side to him, one that I didn't believe he had myself. He had done some pretty jerky stuff a few times at school which made me think that maybe the universe had just let me like the wrong person. But that day, I realized that the universe was letting me like him because it knew that I would see a different side than anyone else would.

His popular girlfriends that he had had in the past only saw his popular side. His guy friends only saw his sporty side. But his real friends, the ones that actually care about him, are the ones that have seen the side of him that I now see in front of me.

A few weeks ago, when Bluebell and I were walking in the locker area to get to the chorus room, I accidentally bumped into someone, not knowing that it was Kendrick until I heard his friend Bryson say something behind us. Oh shit. I looked frantically at Bluebell, who looked back at me and asked if I wanted to speed walk to the chorus room. I quickly agreed and without a second glance from me, we were gone. Bluebell however, looked at Kendrick and saw that he was smiling. She could tell that he had stepped right next to me on purpose so that I would bump into him. Ugh, why do guys have to do things like that? Oh well, back to Tuesday.

We are now back to the last day of school, where it is the last period of the day. For me, that's P.E, which stands for Pointless Exercise in my book. It's finals, so we have to take a test in this class too. Mine takes 43 seconds because it's that easy. Point to a muscle, say what it does, and do a stretch for it. Easy right? I guess not for some people. I sit on the low bleachers with my friends Colette and Samantha. Both of them have already taken their tests and are waiting for the final bell of the year to ring.