I woke up, groggy and sleep deprived. It took me a minute to find the off button on my alarm because I was too lazy to sit up to hit it. I had stayed up till around 2:30 in the morning last night, texting Angel and Jenna and writing in my journal. No one ever asked me about my notebook and I would never read any of the stories in it to anyone. Maybe some time in the future I would finally explain it all to my friends. I remember the one time at a sleep over I read the most recent story in my book on a dare and they all stared, awestruck at me. Afterwards they asked me about it and my inspiration and I changed the subject. That was also the night the found out who I had a crush on. It was a boy at my old school who they asked constant questions about all night. I told them he was grumpy and rude when you first met him but if you got to know him better he was super nice and sweet. They asked me if he was hot and I said I guess but I never thought of him as hot or sexy or anything like that. He was just him.
I got up and slid my red notebook into my backpack. I got dressed with matching shoes, jewelry, and top which was just because my friends (Jenna, Angel, and India) all had identical outfits today because it was the day after spring break, AKA moving day. There were three major moving days in Los Angeles High (which was usually just called L.A High) which were: the first day of school, the day after winter break, and the day after Spring Break. People tended to move in and out of L.A High because it was in Los Angeles, city of broken dreams as my mom put it. People who have plans to be movie stars or fashion models come here, usually fail and then move away. Few people stayed at L.A High very long but new kids were constantly showing up. But almost all of them showed up after one of those three days, hence the name 'moving day'. Two years ago my mom got a job here, in one of the outside towns, 5 miles from the city, so I was here to stay. Even though I thought a fancy private school in L.A would be hard to fit into, I found they all weren't rich children of famous people. Some of them were just as weird and nerdy as I was. Actually most of them were nerdy because you had to be really smart to get into this school. I instantly joined a group of weirdly over obsessed girls who were already a group. Every once and a while a mean girl would show up, bragging about how her mom was going to be rich and famous, but they would leave usually by the next year. A few stayed though, and sometimes I swear they could make are school into a TV show. Little did I know it was about to get so much weirder.
I made my way to school as slowly as possible, partly because I was too tired to go above a slow jog. L.A High was a little over half a mile away from my house so I would always walk, which was way better then taking the bus. I admit I was day dreaming about my crush, and more importantly, our last conversation on Facebook. A while after I moved I chatted with my friends and crush every day, but lately it seems like we've been drifting apart. Wait correction, they have been drifting apart. They stopped replying to my messages and when they do the replies have always been short and mysterious, promising to explain it later. But the problem is the 'later' never comes. I felt like giving up until I got my crush's last FC chat which went like this.
Me: Hi.
Me: I can see you're on. I will not be ignored.
Me: I will spam the heck out of you.
Me: I know you hate that.
Me: Really? No response?
Me: Whatever. I don't care anymore.
Me: I give up. I really just give up.
Me: Bye! See you never ever again. This new school is better than the mad house.
Me: So bye, freaks. I wish I could say I miss you.
Me: Oh my God I want you to know I'm crying my head off right now.
Me: You jerks! I miss you guys, and you don't care.
Me: I'm deleting you. Bye.
Him: Nikki! Wait.
Me: NO I'M DONE WAITING!
Him: Please! I'm so sorry. We are jerks. Please I need to tell you something.
Me: You've got a minute. Go.
Him: Ok. This is my entire fault. We've all had a lot to deal with lately but I told them not to text you because I didn't want to freak you out. But I'm sorry. Blame me. I fell as guilty as heck. Trez just read your text from a while ago.
Him: The one about needing someone to talk to.
Him: She came and hit me with her pillow exactly 21 times. One for each time she didn't answer you or said 'can't talk now' or 'tell you later'.
Him: Then 34 more for all the times I did that.
Him: So I'm sorry.
Him: That said I really can't explain now. But I can soon.
Me: OH MY GOD! AGAIN! Seriously do you even care about what this is doing to me?
Him: Please vent your hate onto me. I deserve it. But let me finish.
Him: I will tell you soon in person hopefully and then you can beat me up or understand.
Him: But I have to go. We have a lot of crap to do.
Him: But see you soon.
Me: Doubt it.
Then he logged off and I lay on my bed and had a good cry. He was such a jerk, but I loved him. 'See you soon'? Who did he think he was? It got my hope up before, but now it just made me even madder.
By this time I had reached school and walked to my locker, grabbing by new math book. I clicked into reality and listened to everything around me when suddenly India appeared.
"Hey! Nice outfit." She said, grabbing her English book from her locker.
"You too," I said, grinning as I closed my locker, "Any rumor on the new guys."
"Heck yes there's a rumor! I would have thought you would have heard it already! It's spreading like wildfire."
She suddenly had my full attention "What is it!" I said, completely losing my cool.
"12! 12 of them! That's a new record! Also rumors claim they're here to stay!" she had an evil twinkle in her eyes and a huge smile on.
"I smell new friendships and new rivalries and mean girls." I said with I sigh. "I'll go scope them out," and I left to make my way to the office.
When I got up there I looked around for some new kids when I spotted someone sitting in the waiting area at the office, staring at his shoes, looking grumpy and well, new. I walked closer to the waiting area to say hi or at least to see his face. As I got closer he looked up at me and I let out a gasp.
He was here. My crush.
Karkat Vantas.
