Skinny Love (completed)

In English on Tuesday ...

In English on Tuesday I had to hear Hannah gush to Sarah and Jen about being asked to the dance by Sam. I kept scoffing and rolling my eyes to myself because Tristan was a lot better of a guy than Sam. And when I said I was going on a simple date with Tristan she immediately tried to convince me that I wasn't ready and that Tristan wasn't a good guy. Screw her. And she doesn't even know that it was I who got Tristan—once again, good guy—to ask Sam to ask her out. I hate people.

But I'm not going to tell her. And I hope Sam doesn't tell her.

With my old friends on my mind recently, I found myself searching for Miley during lunch. Our school didn't win State but those who went to State were still pushed up the social ladder.

I found her sitting with a group of popular kids that everyone knew. Of course, they don't know everyone. That's the power of popularity. You win all elections from kids you don't give a crap about. And you don't bother getting to know. I can't remember our Student Council doing a thing for this school.

Violet was popular. She was on Student Council. But look where that's gotten her.

In Computers, Miley got in trouble all the time for talking. She used to be a goody-two-shoes. I wonder if her grades have been slipping or not. She's now dating Jackson. And that boy is not nice like I thought he was. Had I known how rude of a boy he is I would have warned Miley. Of course she hated me having an opinion so she might have still gone and dated him.

He was one of the boys who bullied me for those few days that Tristan wasn't around.

My once friends are such hypocrites. What did I ever see in them?

While Tristan was at work, his brother stopped by the house.

"Dave?" I asked in surprise. "How did you get here?" I looked for a car but saw none.

"I go for walks—well, rides—every morning to get my arms used to the wheelchair."

"Oh, that's pretty neat."

"Yeah, um, is Violet here?" The man in front of me of nineteen looked nervous. He was sweating and red-faced. Of course he did just go exercising but he looked really worried.

"No, she left on Sunday."

"Oh," he looked upset.

"I'm sorry you weren't able to see her."

He looked up at me and said, "Oh, I saw her."

"When?" I asked, confused.

"Just last week on like a Tuesday or something. Maybe Wednesday. But I told her I'd come by again. I guess I was too slow, though."

I looked at him skeptically and folded my arms. "Why didn't she mention you stopping by?"

He shrugged. "I'm not surprised in all honesty." He scoffed. "She really hates me. Maybe that's why she didn't tell me she left on Sunday."

"Sorry," I wanted to figure out more about the extent of their relationship but knew that it wasn't my place. It's actually Violet's. "I'll tell her that you stopped by."

"Um, sure. That would be nice, actually." I smiled at Dave and he politely smiled in return. "I'll see you around Jasmine,"

"Bye, Dave." I shut the door and grabbed out my phone, debating on calling my sister or not.

It's not your place to get involved. I told myself. Don't get mixed up in other people's problems.

I went back to doing my homework and ignoring the fact that I needed to clean my room and do laundry.