"He comes on with his big innocent farm boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute."-Meg from Hercules

The sheer ecstasy that comes from the first day of school quickly fades with the second day of school. Everyone wants to that the "it" backpack, shoes, shirt, pants, make-up, or skirts. They want to be the King Kong of the monkey house. Everyone struts around in their "first day outfits" so they can make an impression on someone. It doesn't matter who, but they need to be noticed.

I am not one of the people who strut around like little fashion models who have lost their runway. I am one of those people who sit alone at the Digital Bean because their best friends are together.

I only have two classes with them which are Art and English. We have assigned seats in English and I'm on the opposite side of the room next to this girl named Olivia Patterson who I remember from my French class last year, she always answered all of the questions right. It's probably because her mom is from France.

Lizzie, Gordo, and I usually come to the Digital Bean for a little get together that celebrates that we survived the first day of school. I'm at the Digital Bean right now and guess where they are? They have "other plans".

So, here I am sitting alone at the Digital Bean. Am I going to be alone for the rest of my life? Am I going to be one of those old ladies with lots of cats named after various old movie stars?

I'm more of a dog person though.

Here I am sitting in the corner of the Digital Bean trying to seclude myself from the happy couples who are busy playing tonsil hockey with each other. It's quite gross to be a spectator on this "hippie dippy love-in". The tapping of my raven black painted nails keeps me sane and distracted.

Art class was simply a fiasco today. Lizzie and Gordo were being very couple-like during the class with their sweet smiles and other vomit inducing gestures. It was like I wasn't even there; I resorted to talking to Veruca. Correction: I resorted listening to Veruca's drama camp experience after the trip to Rome. Larry was also there and just nodded and smiled politely. Larry then asked me all of these obscure questions about Mexico. Some were, "What color is the dirt there?" or "Did you visit Tijuana?" or "Did you learn salsa dancing? Were you good at it? Will you teach me sometime?"

It's great seeing my friends happy and in love, but you have to draw a line in the sand. I don't know, it's kind of like if you get a new brother or sister and your parents shower them with attention while you're just a mere spectator and sit back in the corner and watch you parents babble senselessly to the baby. It's quite embarrassing when your parents do it in public and get stared at by freaked out bystanders who look like they've seen a ghost.

I remember going randomly into a pet store with Lizzie and Gordo while we were at the mall in seventh grade. There was this lady and her daughter that were looking at dogs and the lady was holding a Jack Russell puppy and kissing its belly and babbling senselessly to it as the daughter tried to conceal herself from her babbling mother. We laughed together at the mother and her embarrassed child. It was nice just being together and laughing before this whole romantic angle came into play. Now it's, "Oh, who was that? It's our other best friend Miranda."

"What's eating you, sexy pants girl," I hear a voice come from behind me. It's Heather standing behind me.

"Oh, nothing," I lie.

She sits down in a chair across from me and shakes her head, "Something is definitely wrong, you don't look as happy as you did this morning."

Heather seems to have gone out of her way to ask me what's wrong. After all, she's higher up on the food chain than I am and probably wouldn't be bothered with someone with such a low status on the food chain like me.

"Well, since you're not telling me anything, I'm just going split. But anytime you need to talk, just holler," she says as she gets up and walks away.

Why does everyone assume there's something wrong? Just because my friends have found love in each other and I'm a footnote doesn't mean I'm not happy for them.

Maybe I'm just overreacting, but I'm not used to not being in the spotlight. I guess I've always made it a point to stand out for my own insecure reasons. Yet again, Lizzie's more insecure than me.

It's always been Lizzie, Gordo, and Miranda, now it's Lizzie and Gordo.

It's been the first time I've been home since June and everything has been thrown into my face.

I'm just overreacting, yeah, that's it Sanchez. They'll still be there for you.

I get up from my table and walk out of there. I try not to look at the happy couples and am trying to get out here. Now, I'm at a power walking pace. I'm now on the floor after running into someone.

"Ow," I say as I try to get up. I look up at the figure in front of me, it's Larry. Now I can get pity from Larry, this is just great.

"Hello down there," he says. "Need help?"

I get up, "No, I'm fine."

"Where are the two other amigos," he asks as he scans the place. "Are you in another fight again?"

"No."

"Are you okay? You don't seem like yourself," he says in a sympathetic tone.

"Why does everyone say that? I'm perfectly fine! See! I'm smiling! Smiling means I'm happy! See! I'm happy," I exclaim.

"Okay," he says in disbelief.

"I'm going to go now, so I can find Lizzie and Gordo," I lie.

I start to walk away but then I hear, "You're upset about being the third wheel. Everyone that knows you three can see it from a mile away."

I turn around and walk back towards Larry, "Listen! I am happy for them! I always thought they would be great together! So if they're happy, them I'm happy! Now, I am going to be with my friends who are together and I'm happy they're together!"

I walk towards the Digital Bean doors.

How can someone so odd see that I'm jealous of what Lizzie and Gordo have?

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