"How was school?" my father asked as he walked in the door later that day.
"It was fine..." I answered.
"Make any friends?"
"Uhh nope."
"Ohh, well Jerry, she'll make friends in no time, I bet tomorrow she will," my mother told him.
I scroffed and said, "That's what you always say," under my breath. I was setting the table for dinner. My mother was cooking my favorite meal, as she always did after my first day at a new school. I guess she thought it would make me feel better. It did, a little. My father and I helped her get the mash potatoes, gravy,corn, and steak on the table. Wesaid our prayers and got to eating.
"So, yourmother tells me, this guy, Zach, has a thing for you?" my father asked.
"Ugh...I don't know," I replied.
"You likehim back?" he asked.
"No."
"Oh, of course she does," my mother said.
I rolled my eyes and tried to eat and pretended I didn't hear a word they said about me. After dinner, Ilayed on myback and stared at the ceiling.Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. Inthe morning, I got up right when my alarm clock rang,got ready, and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Wow,
Carrera Lunette, you'reearly," my father said.
I smiled, "I know."
My mother served me a plate of toast and scrambled eggs.
"May I have some coffee?" I asked. She smiled and poured me a cup of juice. I sighed and drank some.
I so didn't feel like going to school, but what could I do about that? My mother made me go. Again, I had to pass the many groups of friends. I noticed some girls laughing and making dirty faces at me. The group of guys that were bothering me the day before, starred as I walked into the school. It disgusted me, not because they were ugly because they weren't but because they seemed like such perves. My english class was passed the office and in the office, I spotted Zach, sitting next to another guy who was bleeding from his lip.
Zach looked up and saw me. He gave me that "what?" look. I shook my head and walked on. At lunch, Zach was with his friends, this time, he didn't seem as happy as yestorday. I felt the urge to go over there and ask what was wrong. Instead, I tried to overhear their conversation. Yes, I was such a nosey person.
"Forget him, he's retarded and he had it coming," one of his friends said.
"It was retarded that he got himself suspended so I wouldn't," Zach said.
"Exactly!"
"He just wants to kiss up to you 'cause he knows that you're the sh** around here," another friend said.
I giggled.
"Probably. Didn't work though," Zach said,
Lunettes Carrera, laughing.
That's what I wanted to hear, his laugh. The laugh that indicated, he wasn't upset. But then one of his friends said something I really hated to hear, "Come on guys,
Lunettes Carrera Pas Cher, let's go out for a smoke."
"What about class?" his other friend asked.
"Seriously? You care?" Zach asked.
"No..."
And so the three left and I sneakily followed. I told you, I was very nosey. They went outside and behind the school building, near the basketball court. His long-blonde haired friend pulled out a box of cigarettes, his other friend got out a lighter. I always wondered how under aged guys got cigs. Zach quickly lit his cig, "Just what I needed. A little celebration for kicking some ass and getting away with it."
"Hoorah!" his friends cheered.
The bell rang and unlike them, I headed for class. It was p.e and some girls were gushing about some guy.
"He's just mmm hot," a girl with dirty blonde straight hair said.
"Totally. Gosh, if you don't ask him soon, I am," her friend said.
"Back off! He's mine!"
"Who is?" I asked.
The two stared at me as if I were diseased or something.
"None of your buisness," blondie said.
Her friend smiled and said,
Lunette de soleil Carrera, "Zach Reynolds."
My eyes widenoned a little, "oh."
"Don't you think he's so hot?" blondie asked.
"Uhh yeah. Very," I answered.
"Mmm. He'll be my boyfriend by the end of this week," she said.
"That's what you said last week," her friend reminded her.
"Shut up Mandy."
"Tiff, it's true and you know it."
Tiffany scroffed and I laughed quietly to myself.
(I'll write more tomorrow)