Thalia

Chapter 17: I'm Indigo

Chapter 17: I'm Indigo

He wasn't home. Not that I was complaining. In fact, I was rejoicing. For once I was absolutely happy somebody lied to me.

And that's the only time I'll be happy with it.

An arm snaked its way around my shoulders. "Hey, Clumsy. How was your day so far?" So far, average. Nobody did anything. Ms. Pollock still hasn't gone back to her old room so that's making her all fidgety and sweaty. Not something that's appealing on an older woman, if you know what I mean.

"Nothing, really. School only started, like, a few hours ago and I don't exactly wake up before six in the morning to do something fun." He laughs at my lame, sarcastic joke and squeezes my shoulder.

"And that's why I'm dating you. Well, what'd you do yesterday?" I stop in my tracks to the lunchroom and tense up. Does he know?

"Why all the sudden interest?!" He backs up from me holding up his hands showing off his Royal Purple graphic top.

"Whoa. Chill, Rosie. I was just starting a conversation." Oh, right--conversing. It's what normal human beings do. I almost forgot.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I'm just tired or something. What'd you do yesterday?" Maybe he won't notice the fact that I completely ignored his question.

"Um, went for a jog, worked out, skipped homework, and met Thalia. Nothing big." Darn. I have to react as if I was any other high schooler: shocked.

I give his arm a playful push and put a fake smile on my face as we walk into the Lakey-Breaky Cafeteria, as they call it. "Shut up! You met her? Was she nice?" Because if she isn't, issues will arise from the depths of my soul.

He takes a peek over at me and smirks. "Yeah, she was pretty cool. Just. . . cool." Those are the same words he used yesterday!

"Did you think she's cute?" At this, he turns to me and grabs my hand in his. Don't panic, Rose.

"She was pretty, but you know you're better looking. Half her face is missing anyways." How dare he half-insult me! It's a play of words! He's calling me ugly in a pretty way isn't he? "And she was a little too short for my taste." Well, unless I went from 5'7" to 5'5" and back to 5'7" in one day--I doubt it.

"Huh. Okay." He gives my hand a quick squeeze and says he's going to go sit down. That's right, sit your butt down, Ryan because nobody is playing around with you and my inner feelings that anyone would laugh at me for, if they could hear.

When I get my lunch which consists of dusty mashed potatoes and a salty hot dog, I sit down at Ryan's table and see Mean-Butt Misty glaring daggers through me. Girl, back up before I back you into a wall.

"What're you looking at, Wedgie? Need to pick another? Or are you going to run around in a striped body suit?" Some soccer and volleyball players look up and stop their conversations just to look at us and what we're doing. 

I slam my hands on either side of my tray, partially leaning up from my seat. "I'm looking at a person who shouldn't even be able to be classified as female and wondering why her uniform already has a stain. So shut your face, nobody was talking to you in the first place." A chorus of Ooh's and Burn's come from the table and Misty looks like she's not phased by it.

She looks down at her voleyball shirt and glares back up at me. "It's not a stain, it's an accident and you need to shut your face so you can live to visit Cora's crippled, stupid brother again. What's his name? Dumb-ian?" Right when she was finishing her sentence, Cora comes up behind her with her tray of gunk from just leaving the line and Zoey next to her eating a hound of food that shouldn't be able to be digested.