Let's Be Awkward Together

Partners

MMMMM . . . SMELL THAT SHIT SMELL IN THE AIR? YEP, IT'S WRITER'S BLOCK! Lol fr though I'm sorry for not updating. Well here it is thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this.

PREVIOUSLY . . .

Why - why do I care? Sure, we were dating, but - I mean, he was annoying. So, I was going to end it anyways.

"So, why am I so hurt?!" Adrian shouted, aggrieved at who knows what. "O-Only if I stayed ignorant for a little longer of this, is all . . . !" She sobbed.

"So stupid! I am so stupid!"

The most deliciously evil thing creeped into her thoughts then.

I'll make him want me back. I won't take him back, but he'll want me.

Just watch.

AND SO IT CONTINUES . . .

June 1st

I just sat there on the toilet, no longer crying, just wallowing, still in disbelief of what just happened. I never learned to cry with style, silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down my cheeks from wide luminous eyes, as on the covers of True Love comics, leaving no smears or streaks. I wished I had; then I could have done it in front of people, instead of in bathrooms, in darkened movie theatres, shrubberies and empty bedrooms, among the party coats on the bed. But just what could I do about that?

"Calm . . . calm . . ."

I coax myself and try to comprehend why - what - how - everything. I-I saw Lia Jessen and my boyfriend kiss. I slapped him - and - and - !

"I cursed her out!" I put my hands over my mouth. I cannot believe it. I am usually so collected - why did I act out now? To her? This is bad for me! I slapped Caleb in front of all of those people, as well! So many unanswered questions. It's overwhelming.

Just then, I heard someone fling the bathroom door open and run in. I jump up and turn on the water in the sink next to me, trying not to act weird, like I'd just cried.

"ADRIAN!?" I hear someone familiar call me.

"Yeah?" I reply, trying to sound casual. I wipe my tears from my face.

"Adrian!" The girl pounds on the door. "Open up! It's Grace!"

Aah, Grace. Grace Feldman is my best - no, only friend in school. I know people, of course, but she is the one I trust. I've known her since kindergarten.

"Y-Yeah?" I say. "What's up?"

"What's up!? What the hell??? You've missed 25 minutes of homeroom!"

"Oh, well - uh," I desperately tried to think of something - anything - to get me out of this situation safely. "I'm washing my makeup off. I did it horribly."

I hear silence. I must've done something right, right?

"You're tripping if you think I believe that, Adrian. You don't even wear makeup."

Okay, maybe not.

"And if I hear your name come out of someones mouth again, I just might do something terribly violent!"

"I-I fucked up, okay!" I tell her, and I feel tears welling up. I look up, and am surprised to see her head peaking right over the bathroom stall. "How'd you get up there?" I sniffle.

"Magic," she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, I could tell. "Go on." She said impatiently, not phased a bit at my harsh words.

I try to tell her, but for the life of me I can't. My heart shatters into a million little pieces, and I ball my eyes out over the sink.

"Crap!? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!!" She asked, jumping over the bathroom stall into mine. Shes in gymnastics, so she can do anything, really.

She came from behind me and caressed my face and played with my hair coaxingly. "Aw, hon, what happened?"

I explained everything to her. Me wanting to break up with him but not doing it, him cheating with Lia in front of my face and trying to play it cool . . . Cursing Lia out and slapping Caleb. At the end of it all, I had missed all of homeroom. "Hon!" She petted my hair and ran her fingers through it like my mother. She really was like a mother figure. "I'm impressed you did that. Wish I would've been there, I'm sorry! You also talked to Lia like she was shit. A+. But Caleb is a major douche now . . . why?"

"Hehe" Grace managed to make me crack a smile, and a laugh. She always does. "It doesn't matter. I'm going -" I pause. "I'm going to make sure he wants me again."

"HAHA! LIKE IT!" "But seriously, boo, be careful; don't get too tangled up in that jealousy stuff. It's not worth it in the end." She says, full of wisdom. "But I do want to see him suffer like you have. SO, I approve. But when I say enough, I mean enough. Okay?"

"Okay!" I wipe my tears and hug her. "Thank you."

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First and Second period went by speedily, and I walked to my Science class without Grace. That was what made me hate science, alone. We were never in Science together, ever since middle school. I soon resented it, and even though the subject is cool, I can't focus without my best friend.

I walk into the classroom, and sit in the third row, third chair. The way my classroom is set up is there are four rows. The fourth row is farthest from the door. The first row is closest to the chalk board (yeah, we still use those) and the door. There are three windows parallel from the wall with the classroom door. We have a small classroom, but it's cozy.

The teacher just talks and talks about God knows what. It was something about . . . botany and insects and stuff. Things that are disinteresting. I looked out the window and saw a flight of minuscule birds. They were brown spotted and white. Finches maybe? Wait, are they even native here?

Wow, I should start paying attention in Science.

"Okay, boys and girls," Mrs. Ingrid announces. I tune in. The class silences their conversations.

"Right now we're going to partner up with one person. With your partners, you will write a summary of what we just learned, and on Monday you will read it to the class. You may pick your partners!"

I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Look at anyone, think, I'm all burnt out. I don't really want to be here right now, because what just happened.

I look around the room and see everyone is in pairs with their usual buddies, and I'm here, not exactly waiting; I just want to be forgotten. It doesn't work, though. My teacher gives a look. A look that says "Aren't you going to pick? Go on!"

I scan the room for potential partners. There is one boy that catches my eye. In my line of sight, I could only see his profile. He had short and messy, untamed hair. He had a scary moody expression, though it wasn't scary to me, if that makes sense. He was very tall. Maybe 6'1 and a half. I could tell even if he was sitting down because of his legs. They were all the way past where the desks edge was, under the seat of the person in front of him. He was looking out of the window, evidently not caring about what was happening around him. I didn't really notice him until now. You know what . . . he does look somewhat familiar. I still can't recall a name or anything.

I scan the room one more time to see if there's anyone else to partner up with. There's no one, so I walk over to his seat, bringing my pencil, science notebook and science textbook.

I tap his shoulder. "Hi," I greet him. "Do you . . . wanna partner up, by any chance?"

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