The locker door slammed in my
face.
“I’m so mad right now!” Jessica shouted.
I looked up at her face but then down at my boots again
. “What happened?”
“I’m getting to much s**t for not sitting with Jake at
the football game.” Jess whispered, noticing Jake was near
by.
I should have known this was coming. Jess was my best friend
and I wouldn’t know what to do without her but the drama that
she says is stuff she needs to let slide. She worries too much
about what people say about her and what goes on.
“Don’t let it bother you.” I said shifting as
Jake came and stood near us.
“English is so fun, right Callie?” Jake said staring
right at me.
“Yeah.” I said looking away and then looking as
Jess
. “We have bio.” Jess said as she grabbed my arm and
pulled me down the hall.
“He’s so annoying today.” She said looking back
as we climbed to the third floor.
“He’s always annoying.”
“It’s funny how much you hate him.”
“I know. Now what were people saying about you not sitting
with him?” I said continuing the conversation as we walked
into biology.
“That I’m scared to be with him. Sorry I have other
friends I like to talk to. Gosh it just gets me so mad when people
say s**t but don’t know what they’re talking about! If
I wanted to sit with him I would have sat with him. I just needed a
break from him; he’s been on top of me all week!” Jess
raved as she put her books down at our lab table.
“I know, I hate everyone.” I sighed.
Jess turned to Bailey to begin to tell her the story. I looked
around. Everyone was in there seats now and Ms. Laurens was
beginning the lesson. I pulled out my ipod and began stringing it
through the arm of my pullover. I put one headphone through the
sleeve and held the headphone to my ear. This way I wouldn’t
get caught, and I could stay sane. As the music played I began
contemplating my jeans again. They didn’t look as pretty as
the ones Jess were wearing, or any of the girls’. They were
worn out and everything on them looked like flaw. I began to look
at the girl’s jeans next to me. They were from the same
store, but they were skinny. They also were darker. The girl also
had her hair down straight with a piece pinned back. Her shirt was
a tight v-neck that was obviously showing off her chest. I looked
back down at my outfit. Bootcut jeans, a pullover sweater, and my
hair was down natural. My outfit wasn’t much different then
hers, but yet she was prettier. Boys liked her better. I sighed and
let my head down yet again, looking at my jeans, my worn out
jeans.
