The New Kid

Chapter 35

Sylvia and I make a pact that she will never hang out with a ton of boys she doesn't know again, and that we will text each other in the case of a blind date or whatever.

I finally head home to stay for the night, and get started on another lengthy essay assignment for English. Geometry might be my hardest class, but English gives the most homework. 

I take a break from my English to skim over my sketchbook progress.

I haven't made a lot of progress this month, like I normally do. I blame the boys and the drama in my life currently for that.

I work on the sketch I started of Christian awhile back. I fill in some details, especially his eyes, and it's hard to get them just right. 

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Dad's in his study working on his laptop when I go try and talk to him. 

"Hey Dad," I say.

He takes off his glasses, and rubs the bridge of his nose, "Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know Mom told me to invite Christian over for dinner, he'll be joining tomorrow."

Dad livens up at the talk of boys, "Oh, is that so? Is Christian your boy friend or your boyfriend?" he asks matter-of-factly.

"Oh, you know, he's my...boyfriend?" I say slowly, unsure of what dad will say.

I instantly regret telling dad because he has me sit for awhile and listen to 'the talk.'

He ends it with, "You know mom and I care about you and the happenings of your life. You can talk to us anytime. As for this Christian guy...I'll be keeping an eye on how he treats you. Set some boundaries with him."

I nod my head, "Okay, can I leave now?" I squeak uncomfortably.

My dad smiles, "I suppose. Good night Avalon."

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I'm in my PJs, brushing my teeth, listening to soothing music, and pulling my hair into a bun. Yes, I'm that good at multi-tasking. I rinse of the face-mask I was wearing. Hopefully it would magically lessen my anxiety about tomorrow. Was that written on the face-mask packet somewhere?

I was still worried about Sylvia's choices about boys, Christian and Monty's discord, and Brock being a jerk and planning on that fight. 

I check my phone one last time before bed to see if Christian has sent anything. Nothing. Nada. But it vibrates as I hold it in my hand, and it's a text from Monty. 

Monty: Sorry for being a jerk.

Me: I think you should also apologize to my boyfriend. Who supposedly is your friend.

Monty: The last week hasn't been easy for me. I still like you. Maybe even more.

Me: I'm sorry, we probably shouldn't talk about all this over a text. 

He doesn't respond, and I'm fine with that. We'll find a time to talk in person. That is, if he can keep his lips to himself.

I roll over in bed and close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. It's almost 2AM and I have to get up in less than five hours.