Without A Doubt

Chapter 5.

"So how did your club thingy go?" Emma asked taking her food out of her lunch box. Every now and then Emma likes to eat lunch with me in the library.

"It was good. I think I'm going to stick with it."

"Any cute guys in the club?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah there's this cute guy named Peter, totally your type. Flash shirt and everything."

"You know how I like em babe." She smirked at me.

"Hey have you ever heard of a girl named Liv?"

"Does she have a last name?"

"Probably." Emma cocked her eyebrow at me while she took a drink of her water.

"I don't know. I've never heard of a Liv. What do you want with her?"

"Nothing, but apparently she doesn't like me."

"Why not?"

"Don't know." I took another bite out of my sandwich and thought about Liv. I'm trying to think if I'd ever seen her before today. This is another thing I do. I obsess. It's like my brain gets hooked on one topic and I can't get it out of my head. Right now, it's hooked on Liv and the fact that she doesn't like me. Besides all the drama with ex-girlfriends I don't have any problems with anyone else. Generally, people like me. I'm not being conceded, it's just true. I don't have a problem with anyone, well except Jackie, but that wasn't my fault.

"Hey where'd you go?" Emma's question pulled me out of my trance.

"Sorry. I zoned out."

"It's cool, but we should probably start packing up. Lunch is about to end." I nodded my head and started putting my things away. Emma and I parted ways right outside of the library because our classes are on opposite sides of the school. I pulled out my headphones and put them in. Two classes until I see Emma again.

As soon as Ms. Scott was done lecturing she went to her desk at the back of the room and within seconds she said

"Mayson can I see you for a minute?" Emma gave me a stupid grin and mouthed 'kiss ass'. As I came up to Ms. Scott she was still wearing the same smile she was this morning. Ms. Scott is young for a teacher. She's about 27 max, but she looks like she's 22. She wears these big bulky glasses but I'm pretty sure it's just to make herself seem older. She's that one teacher that all the boys would pick if they had to sleep with a teacher. The only reason I know this is because the ball for brains have had this discussion a few times with me around. Walking up to her desk I already knew what she was going to ask me, so I didn't even bother asking what she needed.

"So, what did you think?" She took off her glasses and set them down on the desk, backing my theory that she doesn't need them.

"I liked it. I don't know if I can write as well as everyone else but I like hearing their stories."

"Mayson I've read some of your work. I think you're just as talented as they are." I wasn't fishing for a compliment when I said that. I was just speaking honestly. I know how to write well, but to write something like Liv did, something that was so candid, I don't know if I can do that.

"Well I can't wait to hear what you have to present on Thursday." I stood there talking with her asking how long the story had to be and other minute details about the paper. When I sat back down at my desk I realized that on Thursday I'm going to have to stand in front of them and read a paper about who I am. Wonderful.

All throughout basketball I was planning out what I was going to write about in my head. I was trying to figure out a way to tell them who I am without giving too much detail about who I really am. Coach Hall had us running cones for the first hour of practice so I had plenty of time to just think about the paper as I ran up and down the court. Every time we would stop to do a new ball handling drill I could see Jackie looking at me. I wonder if she's still upset that I ran into her yesterday. It was an accident. Every time I would notice her looking though she'd look away. Weird.