FRIDA' S LIST

Chapter 3 DONE

Chapter 3 DONE

I spent my night obsessing over one topic: my reputation. I had to be ready in case Lucas had betrayed me. I used to not draw attention to me, and so far, it worked pretty well. But what if he had told Giono about it? Or someone else? Or everybody? It was gonna be the worst day of my life. I was already picturing them pointing their fingers at me, giggling like old jackals. And I was supposed to face them when I wasn't even able to face myself in a mirror. That's why, in the morning, I decided to put into practice Louise's theory. I straightened my hair and put some make-up on my face. This make-up that Aunty Josiana offered me a year ago because she thought that I looked like a guy. I put jeans on with a pink sweater. Outside the weather seemed good. It was a sunny day, a little bit cold, like every morning in Paris, but at least it wasn't wet. And that was a GOOD thing for my hair! I wasn't gonna morph into Marge Simpson! It was almost summer. The birds were singing, and the sky was perfectly blue, without any clouds. Every day was a new step toward my new life in my new school. And thanks to Lucas, I got something else to worry about.

At high school, Maeva and I went to our lockers to grab our science books. I had my head buried into my locker when I overheard her.

"Holly shit," she murmured.

I raised my head from the locker and turned around. I followed her glance. That's when I saw him. Anthony was walking up the hallway toward us. I felt my heart pounding so fast. I understood why so many girls were talking about him since his arrival in our high school two months ago. He was probably the best thing that had ever happened to this damn boring school. He looked like a movie star. He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen in my entire life. He was a brown haired guy with green eyes, and a perfect face. I couldn't get my eyes off him when he walked pass us. But, he didn't see me. I was transparent to him like all of us except his girlfriend. He just looked ahead and didn't bother with any of us. We were just like dust when he was a Phoenix. When he was out of sight, I looked back at Maeva.

"Hot, huh?" she said.

She didn't have to add anything. I grinned like a perfect moron and we burst out laughing like two maniacs heading to our health ed class.

I walked into the classroom trying to look as cool as possible. Caroline nudged Anna as I walked past them. I knew that Lucas had told them about our conversation. I pretended to not see them as if I were blind. Lucas was sitting in the back of the room, last row next to Giono as usual. Anna and Caroline kept turning around watching me, back and forth. Maeva gave them a dirty look, the one that I was too ashamed to give them. That's what I hated with some people around here, they didn't miss a chance to make fun of you. They didn't care about the way you feel, or how damaging their words or their laughters could be to you. They just didn't care.  Mr Dama began his class with this damn question.

"Listen up everyone, how do we make love?"

Everybody burst into laugh.

"Well, first, you switch off the light," Lucas started.

Everybody giggled.

"Ask Felicia! She may know!" Giono added, wiggling his eyes at Felicia.

Felicia was a  DS. That's how we called girls that already had sex in my high school. I had heard about the rumor about her. It was at a party. She was making out with a senior on the couch in front of everyone. And out of the blue, they both left the couch to go to a room upstairs. Everybody said that was when she had lost her V card. Since then, she always had to deal with that kind of jokes. Poor Felicia.

"Mr. Dama, Felicia can teach you some stuff, if you want," Lucas replied, leaning back in his chair.

We all shot a glance toward Mr. Dama standing in the corner of the room. They laughed harder.  And Poor Mr. Dama, I felt sorry for him because he was probably a virgin. It must be tough to be virgin at his age. Mr Dama was a young sub health ed teacher. He was a tall skinny guy, with crazy curly dark hair. He seemed to have never used a comb. He was wearing every day the same blue jeans, with a large white tee-shirt no matter the season and those black old sneakers that he probably kept from his high-school years. He pushed back his glasses on his nose.