His familiar face flashed through my mind as I chucked a baseball up and down, whilst laying upside down on my daybed. I couldn't stop thinking about him, unfortunately. Although Random Guy was kind of an asshole, he sure was cute. My first thought was that he is the mysterious poetry kid on the bench, but that's pretty ridiculous. I eyed the thin, beaten book sitting on my desk at the thought. I've flipped through it dozens of times, only to find highlighting and hard-to-read cursive in the margins. I should probably just let this go, shouldn't I?
"Yeah, you should. You don't even have enough evidence to suspect that guy." Bo popped a chip into her mouth. There I go again, saying things out loud?!
"Evidence? What are we, private investigators?" I shook my head
"We? No, we. You're the only one who's obsessed with this guy. Don't involve me in any of it." Bo has always been a little too cynical and realist for me. let me dream, dammit.
"I guess I'm just bitter or something. Nothing ever really happens to me. I need some excitement!"
"How about Hudson and the Ba-" I stopped her in her tracks. "I swear to god if any of you mention that ass clown again I'm going to punch you."
"I think you should just give him a chance! He obviously likes you, so just give him a shot!" I let the baseball roll out of my hand.
I'm, I'm just tired of people telling me who I should go with. I guess I just want to be in control. I want to know who Bench Kid is, I wanna get closer to Random Guy...." Suddenly I was very exhausted. Rob won't help me, Chat doesn't care, and Bo doesn't believe me. Frustration is the only word that comes to mind.
"Are you going to try out for the play?" I asked, changing the subject. I almost forgot about it until I saw the crumpled flyer laying on my bedroom floor.
"Do I look like a theatre kid? No way, man." She threw the empty potato chip bag into the trash, licking her fingers.
"I think I'm going to do it. I've never really done plays before, it could be interesting." Bo just shrugged at me.
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Through the Mirror
Teen Fiction"Can you hit her with your gun?" "Does it look like I can work a gun? And I think the proper term is "shoot." ~ Getting perfect grades is hard enough, but killing someone is a whole different story. Especially when it involves your bathroom mirror...
