You're Not Enough

Chapter 23

Well, that class was over fast. Too fast.

It's time for English now. It's crazy how one of my favorite classes has turned into one of my worst.

Everyone seems super hype today; I know its cause of the game tonight. This town takes football way too seriously. I love it also, and I would like to go, but I can't.

One, there will be way too many people; knowing me, my anxiety will shoot through the roof.

Two, I just don't want to go.

And three, I have my therapy appointment, then again, that's not really an excuse because I could always go after.

I continue down the hall to my English class; soon as I enter, my eyes land right on Ryder for some reason. He doesn't look at me; Ashely is sitting on his lap; I notice that Mr. Brooks isn't here yet. That explains why she's sitting on his lap.

The room's right side is filled with jocks, cheerleaders, and other people with high social status. The left side has the outcast, the gays, the nerds, a.k.a the smart people, and then it's me, with my very own category.

The invisible.

To some extinct, of course. The fact that people still talk about me and always have my name in their mouth shows that I'm not invisible.

Violet, in her usual seat and James, is sitting in front of my desk. "I thought you were skipping," Violet says when I take a seat.

"No, I should've though. Where is Brooks?" I ask both of them.

James shrugs his shoulders. "He's in some meeting. I saw him with Ms.Moore."

"Oh."

"I'm loving the hair, by the way." He reaches his hands up and touches my long curls."You're lucky cause some of these bitches are bald," he says.

Violet and I laugh at his comment.

"Jayda!" Ashely calls my name. My laughter ceases. I look across the room at her; she is still on Ryder's lap. His head is between her neck, kissing it. She giggles and pushes him off of her. His green eyes are trained on me now. "So, all of us want to know...how was boarding school?" She grins.

I respond with one word. "Good,"

"Good?" she questions. "That's all you're going to say, come on. There has to be more. You were there for six months. Please give us the details. I mean it's boarding school, no parents, just teachers, co-ed living."

The class is quiet. Everyone is staring at me. I'm trying not to look at Ryder, but his eyes are cutting into me. I quickly glance at him. He looks tense. I look away, back to Ashely. "I didn't... I didn't do much. I stayed to myself." My breathing is getting heavy, and I feel lightheaded.

"To yourself, really?" She narrows her eyes at me. "Why do I find that hard to believe? I mean, all of us here know you aren't one to stay to yourself. Hell, you can't even keep your hands to yourself."

"I know that for a fact," Zach says. The whole class burst into laughter. Ryder doesn't laugh, but he has a smirk on his face. Violet and James don't laugh; they both give me that 'feel sorry for her' look. The look that I despise.

The class laughter ceases. "What school did you go to anyway?" Matt asks. My heart feels like it's about to explode. I can't answer that question. I have no idea.

Did my parents give people the school's name?

If they did, they didn't tell me. If I say a different name from the one they told everyone, they'll know I'm lying. The classroom door opens; it's Mr. Brooks. I sigh in relief.