Don't Forget About Me

01

The day started with two bottles of ketchup, a tub of ice cream, and a toy snake.

I never thought that I would be standing on top of a conveyor belt in front of everyone, screaming at the top of my lungs. My body covered in ketchup and ice cream.

Oh maybe you thought that was bad? No.

No.

It gets worse.

Peter and Levi Marshall had their phones out videoing my embarrassment. I hated them so much. They were the worst twins in the history of the world. It just so happens, I live right next to them.

I should explain how all this got started, if you haven't figured it out yourself.

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"Dalia, would you please go grab the groceries for me today?" My mother's eyes were engulfed by her dark circles. She held two babies in both arms, a phone against her shoulder and one kid pulling on her skirt asking for some food. I never understood why she went into babysitting. Kids are more annoying than the pimple that refuses to leave my face. "Yes no worries Mrs. Wilson. Of course I can watch the kids for another hour." She talked into the phone.

I shook my head. "Sure," I said as I grab the keys and the grocery list and head away from the chaotic household.

The only thing on the list was ketchup and I groaned. Did she really make me go all the way to the grocery store for ketchup? Yay me.

My phone rang out and I answered it. "Hello?" I ask.

"Okay so, he said no. But that's okay. No worries. We have two more months until homecoming. I will find you a date and if you don't get one I'll have Matthew take you." I hear a loud NOOOO! from the phone and pull it away from my ear for a second.

"Viva," I say to my best friend. "What the actual hell are you talking about?"

I heard her let out a long breath. "Okay don't kill me. Soooo.....I kind of talked to Timothy but don't worry it's not like.." she whispers into the phone.

"YOU TALKED TO TIMOTHY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I put my keys in the ignition and turned on the car. Wow, how Viva is going to die tomorrow.

"Give me the phone"

"No"

"I want to talk to her"

"No"

Matthew got the phone in the end. "Listen Dalia, she just doesn't want you to feel like a third wheel."

Well, that made my day. Thank you so much Matthew. I forgot that not more than two days ago my friends decided to tell me they have been dating for three months.

The good friend I was, I made sure they knew how happy I wa-am for them. I just kept forgetting that it will never be the same. We won't all go out for ice cream or all cry over cheesy movies anymore. It will be dates for them, and I will be the third wheel.

"Oh okay well. I'm hanging up now. Tell Viva she's dead tomorrow." I hung up the phone before I could get a reaction and started to drive to the store. I blasted COPYCAT by Billie Eilish danced with myself in the car.

When I got to Publix, I Parked the car in the closest parking lot I could find. I got out of the car and quickly made my way to the condiment aisle. My mind filled with thoughts of Timothy Parker. Pretty much the Zac Efron of my High School. I've had a crush on him since the beginning of freshman year and he hasn't noticed me. Even if I make a big scene in class. One day in Algebra, I "accidentally" tripped over my own feet while he was walking my way so he would catch me.

His soft hands came out to grab me and steady me and make sure I wouldn't fall. His brown eyes meet mine and he leaned in our lips-

Wait no. That's what I thought would happen. In reality, he wasn't looking my name and I fell in front of the class and had a bruise on my face for more than a week.

It's okay, I don't blame him, he is Timothy Parker. I grabbed the ketchup and made a last minute decision to go to the ice cream isle.

Where I found the worst thing I could have ever imagined.

Peter and Levi Marshall.

Also known of the new twins that everyone swoons over.

Also known as my neighbors.

Also known as the boys who set the Science room on fire their first day of school.