Socially Awkward

III.

I have this weird English Composition teacher who only wears black and has jet black hair that is cut into a homemade bob.

No one would dare tell her how awful it is though.

"We're going outside to read the trees, speak to the leaves."

What, are you serious! What spices has she been sniffing?

"So collect your things and let's go."

I hear whispers in the background about drugs and other weird accusations.

"What if we walk off." some McCoy asks, trying to be funny. Other students begin to agree with her.

The teachers face goes from some transient blank gaze to a hardcore death peer. "I'll fail you."

No one protests after that and we spend the rest of the class period outside.

I even see Bryan riding on his unicycle. He waves at me, and I throw up a peace sign. He rides off, turning all heads. Then my classmates turn to me.

I shrug my shoulders giving them a twisted expression. I don't want them getting friendly. I'm sure to them, I'm just that creep that sits in the dark corner.

It's a literal dark corner. The light blew out and no one has gotten around to fixing it.

My phone buzzes with a text message. It amazes me because I haven't heard from Alexis since the night I left. Who else could it be at this inconsiderate hour?

Bryan *I made you smile*

I scrunch my face up and send a snarky reply.

Me * Because you look goofy as hell on your unicycle*

Bryan *And here I was thinking you were impressed*

Somehow his number had found its way into my phone. I guess it is welcome because most of my contacts are food spots. Oh yeah, and my insurance agent, some lawyer, and my doctor.

It's rather pathetic.

Me *Well you failed*

I smirk, glad that I can be so mean without effort. Maybe he'll go away.

But he is so cute! My conscience completely betrays me. Of course my logical side kicks its butt. In my eighteen years, I've never had a boyfriend so my biological clock has started ticking, releasing hormones.

Bryan *sad face*

I'm about to crack another smile but stop myself. What if I do have a crush on this guy?

The apocalypse is seriously about to happen.

I decide to not reply.

I'm okay with it at first but suddenly my fingers are buzzing. I think it's actually driving me crazy.

I wind up texting McKenzie instead. She tells me to come to her room for some reason.

I hesitantly accept the invitation and slug toward Yale dormitory at the end of class.

McKenzie greets me with a hug and begins dragging me along, babbling nonsense.

Once we get to her dorm she completely loses it, twirling around and singing annoying tunes from that boy band all of the girls are drooling over. I think they're called One Inflection or something close.

Finally finished with whatever she calls that episode she was on, she turns to me and grins.

"I'm finally going on a date."