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I walked into school with Casey and Logan. They were both arguing about the Mandela effect and if it was true or not, but I as usual wasn't willing to be part of their argument.
"Dude, it's totally real." Casey said. "You're telling me that the Fruit of the Loom logo never had a cornucopia?"
"That is exactly what I'm telling you." Logan said back. I looked up from the ground and saw Rose walking towards us. When she got to us and grabbed my hand and smiled up at me.
"Hello you guys." She looked past me and at Casey and Logan. They both said 'hi' back and then got back to their discussion. "What are you guys talking about?" She asked them.
Casey turned his head to Rose and sighed. "The Mandela effect. Logan is trying to say it isn't real," He gave Logan a dirty look. "but it totally is." He threw his arms up, almost hitting me in the jaw.
"It's not real." Logan said matter of factly.
"What's it about?" Rose asked with a confused look on her face.
"Okay. Explain to me what the Fruit of the Loom logo looks like." Casey told her.
She looked at him weirdly. "That's easy." She shrugged. "It has the fruit obviously and then it has that little-" Casey cut her off.
"Brown horn looking thing?" He asked.
"Yeah. Exactly that." She nodded still a little confused.
"The Mandela effect is when a large group of people remember things differently than how they 'actually' are." He said doing finger quotes around actually. "Apparently, the Fruit of the Loom logo never had a cornucopia." He said.
Logan looked past Casey and at Rose. "It never did." He shrugged.
"I'm intrigued." Rose said. I smiled at her. I low key was on the same page as Casey, but I didn't want him to get a big head from me agreeing with him.
"It totally did." Casey shrugged, not backing down.
"Let's discuss it more at lunch." Rose said looking at the three of us. "Yeah?"
"Don't you have friends you usually sit with?" Logan asked her with his eyebrows raised.
Casey smacked him on the back of the head. "She can still sit with us." He said. I knew he was only agreeing to this because he needed someone to be on his side and he knew I wasn't going to join the discussion.
"I have two friends." She said looking between all of us. "Charlotte and Myra."
I knew the both of them. Myra was this short thicker girl with pale skin, freckles, brown wavy hair, and glasses. She was nice to everyone and kind of down low when it came to social status. Charlotte was basically a model. She was pretty tall, sort of tan, and she had blonde hair and bright green eyes. All of the guys at school wanted to date her, except me of course. I liked Rose. Charlotte was pretty nice though, even though she used to bully me when we were younger.
But she changed over the years. Casey's eyes got wide when Rose said Myra's name. I looked at him with a weird face. Did he know her?
"Myra? Like, Myra Kramer?" He asked Rose.
"Yep. She's my best friend." She smiled at him.
"Maybe you shouldn't sit with us." He said, his voice a little shaky.
I looked at Rose and her face fell. "Why?" She asked.
"Don't mind him." I told her stepping in front of Casey. "You can sit with us and bring your friends too."
She smiled up at me and nodded. "Okay."
We all walked to our classes, Rose and I both had Chemistry so we walked in together. We were still holding hands and a few people looked at us with confused faces and started whispering to each other. I let go of Rose's hand nonchalantly and I could feel Rose's eyes on me. I didn't look at her, but instead walked to my seat. She followed close behind me and sat beside me even though her assigned seat was in the front of the classroom.
"You think Mr. Walker's going to let you sit here?" I asked her. She shrugged in response.
"I don't know." She said.
I watched as my lab partner, Kelly, walked through the door and looked at her seat to see Rose in it. She smiled at her and then sat in Rose's seat up front. I sighed in relief, but that was short lived when Mr. Walker walked in the classroom and instantly noticed the change of seating.
"Oh no. This won't do." He said setting his things down on his desk.
"Christ." Rose said under her breath.
"Miss. Coleman." He said to Rose. "Please go back to your assigned seat."
Rose looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Yes, sir." She got up and grabbed her things, then switched seats with Kelly. Kelly looked at me and smiled a small smile. It wasn't Kelly's fault that Rose had to move seats, so I smiled back.
"Are you two dating?" She whispered to me.
"Why does everyone think that?" I asked with a confused look on my face.
"Well, you two randomly started hanging out." She shrugged. "People probably think you two hit it off on Snapchat or outside of school and then started dating. People are saying you two hold hands too. I don't hold my guy friends hands and if I do...I probably like them." She said giving me a look.
"She definitely doesn't like me." I rolled my eyes.
"I wouldn't be too sure." She sing songed. "You'd be surprised at how many people like you, Owen." She said like she knew something I didn't.
"W-who likes me?" I whispered quiet enough that the teacher didn't notice.
"Well, I only know of four people." She said. "There's Faith Reynolds."
"Mr. Reynolds the math teachers daughter?" My eyes widened.
"Yes." She nodded. "Then there is Lydia." I nodded. There was only one Lydia in our school so I instantly knew who it was.
"Then there's me," She said shrugging. I looked at her like she was crazy. "but don't take it too seriously, I like most guys that say anything to me." She chuckled.
"And lastly that popular girl, Charlotte Davis." My eyes almost popped out of my head. There was no way Charlotte Davis liked me.I didn't even like me most days, so I just knew she didn't. Besides, she was Rose's friend and that'd be weird if she liked me.
"That's ridiculous." I said rolling my eyes. "How would you even know all this?"
"What do you think we talk about in the locker rooms?" She laughed. "We discuss who's attractive and we discuss what products we use and our other issues, but that's not important." She said waving her hand at me.
"I can believe the first two and you liking me, sort of...but I can't believe that Charlotte likes me." I shrugged.
"That's only because you like Charlotte's closest friend." She said.
"Can we just..." I trailed off huffing. "forget about it?"
She gave me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry." She apologized.
"It's fine." I told her honestly, then turned to the front to listen to the teacher.
