The Jaded Life of Adrian White

Chapter 2

“As I said before, Lennie is mental disable. Thus, preventing him from realizing what he had actually done to the woman. He didn't want to murder her, he just didn't want to get into trouble. He didn't know any better. He succumbed to fear, which lead to the covering of Curley's wife.” Mr. Williams said.

As paced around the cold classroom. The white lights were causing me to have a dull headache.

“Does anyone know why Curley's wife never had a name?” he asked the class.

Everyone stared at him. I sure didn't know the answer.

“Steinbeck explained that she is "not a person, she's a symbol. She has no function, except to be a foil and a danger to Lennie." Curley's wife's preoccupation with her own beauty eventually helps precipitate her death: She allows Lennie to stroke her hair as an apparently harmless indulgence, only for her to upset Lennie when she yells at him to stop him 'mussing it'.” he shouted at the class.

I wondered why teachers went so in depth with their subjects. It's not like most of the students are paying attention. I'm surprised they haven't given up yet.

I heard the noise of paper sliding onto my desk. I look down and see a piece of folded up notebook paper. I look around and see one of my friends Carla looking at me with a smirk. I unraveled the note and read it.

I found out someone likes you. You'll be surprised to know who it is.

I looked over at Carla who was rolling her eyes at me. I wrote back.

Who? And how do you know?

I then fold it back up and pass it over to her. She reads it and sucks her teeth. She looks over at me and giggles as she passes it back. When I get it back I opened it up to read it.

Connor Machiavelli. Roseanne told me about it. Apparently they were about to get it on and he acted like he wasn't interested throughout the entire thing. He's like you Adrian. She looked at his browser history while he was taking a shower and he's like you.

As I read the note I didn't know what to say. I was so confused. I asked her if she was sure he was like me and she said she was positive. From there I made it a point to go out and talk to Connor. Luckily, Roseanna gave Carla Connor's phone number to give to me.

As soon as I got home I locked myself in my room. My mom and dad didn't come home from work until around 8, I had five hours to myself.

I pulled out my phone and put in Connor's number. It looked so strange having his number in my phone. My heart pounded. What was this going to be like?

Hey, it's Adrian. Carla gave me your number.

I sent the text. Away it went, off to Connor's phone. My hands felt numb. I didn't know if I even wanted him to respond. I felt like I wanted to throw the phone at the wall, then I felt like I needed to stare at the screen, expecting a reply. It was such a hysterical swirl of anticipation. I was plagued with the bipolar emotions. As the phone vibrated in my hands, I felt like I had stuck a paperclip into an outlet.

I turned on the display and opened the message.

.......Hey.........What's up?

How would I respond to this? Words and phrases all fought their way to my tongue, but only one thing stuck with me.

Nothing much, finishing up some chemistry homework. You?

I lied. Is that okay? I mean this wasn't much of a thing. It was just some casual texting, right? The phone went off again.

Same here. Though, I don't know when I'm ever going to be using the formula for carbon dichloride in my life. Lol.

I smiled. No tension. Already breaking out the laughter. I've known Connor for a while, but I was never his friend. We were in the same class in third grade, but after that we were pretty separated. He went off to go join the football team and be a popular person, and I went off and became a nerd. I liked being a nerd. I didn't think of being a nerd as an insult. It's just who I am. I'm not that smart either. I mean, I do have passing grades, I'm just not one of those Honors kids. Just a standard student here.

Lol, ikr. Carla gave me your phone number because she said something about you being like me.

My heart pounded as I typed in that last sentence. Should I continue? Or should I leave it as that? I continued.

If you don't want to respond after this, then don't. You don't have to respond. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. But if you did it'd being really cool.

And then I sent the damned thing off to Connor's mind to read and wonder. I backed up and fall onto my bed, bouncing on the mattress. I scooted myself up to the wall and waited. Just before I was about to reach down and pull out Of Mice and Men Connor texted me back.

Meet me at Butler Lake. We'll talk there.

I smiled.

Be there in five.