The Same Mistakes Club

Chapter Eleven

After four years of basically ignoring each other, it surprised me how quickly Maishely and I fell back into place. I assumed it would be awkward, but it wasn't. It was the Alissa and Maishely of the old.

I was waiting for Maishely at my locker at the end of the day when Gabriel turned the corner, looking upset. He threw open his locker and started shoving books into his backpack with so much force I expected the strap to break.

I looked up and saw Maishely approaching me with a smile on her face.

I kept looking between them. I knew they'd been speaking since the breakup, but I didn't want fo find myself in the middle of it.

Gabriel slammed his locker shut and nearly ran into me when he turned around.

"Sorry," he said.

"Um, that's okay," I replied. Maishely was nearly at our lockers. "Um, everything okay?"

"Huh?" He looked agitated. "I didn't do well on my Chem Lab."

"Oh, okay." I didn't know what else to say to him. I'd never had trouble speaking with Gabriel, but with Maishely coming over, I felt like I was betraying her in a way.

"Hey, guys," Maishely greeted us.

I noticed people in the hallways slowing down so they could watch Maishely and Gabriel.

Gabriel and Maishely noticed, too.

There was an awkward silence in our group as people were hovering, dissecting their every move. I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "Gabriel didn't do well on his Chemistry Lab."

Gabriel gave me a weird look.

"Sorry, I just...' I was embarrased.

Maishely rolled her eyes. "Like a B is hardly something to get bent out of shape about. Plus, aren't you getting extra credit or something for that student advisory thing?"

"What advisory thing?" I asked.

Gabriel blushed. "It's nothing. Principal Cook has asked some students to meet with him on a regular basis to give him a better sense of the concerns of the student body."

I was confused. "Isn't that what Student Council is for?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I don't know. We've only met once, and all he wanted to talk to me about was football. I guess he just wants to relive his glory years."

Back in his day, Cook was Isabelling High's star athlete, and if one were to forget, there were a bunch of pictures of him in the trophy cases to remind us.

"Yeah, so much for -" Gabriel was interrupted by a high, shrieking sound coming from the hallway. I nearly fell over when I saw that it was coming from Margaret.

She ran over with a look of pure excitement and ended up running me smack into my locker.

"Ow!"

Margaret put her hand over her mouth and tried to stifle her laughter. "Sorry! You're not going to believe what happened!"

I moved my shoulder to make sure it was still in its socket.

"Parker is having a party at his house on Saturday and asked me to come!"

"Parker Adams?" I asked.

"Yes, can you believe it? He's number three on the list."

"Wow, Margaret, that's great!" I looked over at Maishely, who gave me a little wink.

Margaret was absolutely glowing, "So you're going to come with me, right? It's going to be so much fun. His parents are away and he's a senior, so there will probably be a ton of seniors there, probably even Matthew. You're going to be there, right, Maishely?"