I didn't know how it worked but when I woke up, I felt really better than last night. I didn't have the whole Zach-doesn't-want-be-friends-anymore mood. I was totally doing fine. I mean, come on! There was no reason to sob, it was the end of Junior Year! Summer, baby!
Macey was waiting for me by my locker. She had a Smoothie in her right hand which she handed out to me when she saw me stop by my locker.
"I'm so glad I saw you! I really really wanted to contact you last night but nobody would ever give me your number. Do you even have a darn phone?" she rolled her eyes, not in an offensive way, but in an exhausted way. I didn't know what it was that really exhausted her was. "So I asked Zach but he said he better not tell me, I thought about calling Liz but we're not close you know?" she rolled her eyes again. "So…I was wondering if you could join us to this party."
Us? Oh no. I didn't want to be with Macey's Circle. That would make this day really weird and wild. Bex, Kim, and Courtney were totally nice, but you know…they weren't really my type of people to hang out with.
"You can't say no." she raised a brow, her hand on her waist.
"Why not?"
"Because it's Zach's party. And he's like your best friend, right?" I wanted to correct her. Tell her we weren't in good terms. But I knew she'd just spread rumors about it and then before I knew it, people would be assuming horrible things already.
"Okay. I'm going to the party, but not with you. I'm going by myself. We can always see each other there, right?" I hoped she'd agree. We'd definitely find each other in Zach's party, right?
She frowned. "Fine," she shrugged. "Just be there. If you want a ride or something, call me." She blew me kisses as she disappeared. As if I would even call her. As if I knew her number.
"Hey Cammie, are you coming to Zach's party tonight?" there was Grant, holding books to his chest, he looked like a Library Boy. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
"Of course I am." I said, shutting the door of my locker.
He smiled nervously, hugging the books tightly to his chest. "That's great. I'll be there too. Maybe we could go together?"
Sure. My summer was perfect. A gorgeous footballer just asked me out on the last day of Junior Year. By Senior Year, I already got a footballer boyfriend.
"I'm going too, aren't I?" I laughed nervously, hoping he'd get the message: I didn't want to go with him. I mean, I wouldn't mind him being at the party, I just didn't want to be on a date with him.
He bit his lip, more like chewed on it. "Okay…" he hesitated. "But I was wondering if I could pick you up and we'd go to Zach's beach house together…something like that."
Honestly. Not to be all hypocrite. I really wanted to go with him. I just thought that he wasn't bad at all. He looked good, didn't seem like a douche, and he was interested in me. These moments only happen once in every century.
"Uhh—" I wanted to say yes but I didn't want to sound all excited about it. "Okay, we could go together. I'll see you at the beach house, then?"
He bit his lower lip, and was thinking apprehensively. "Can I just pick you up? I'd really be glad if you'd let me."
"Okay, pick me up at seven?" my voice croaked. The bell for first period rang already and a book from Grant's arms was slipping.
"I'll be there at six thirty." He winked and started walking to his class.
I could barely move my limbs when the bell for Lunch rang. Just a few hours and Junior Year would be over. I couldn't imagine my second to the last year in high school ending, I just…it was bizarre. I felt old.
"Hey there cutie." Zach said when we were lining up to get our Lunch. He was holding a tray with three Caesar salads, four milk drinks and three large cheese fries. It seemed like he wouldn't be eating lunch with me. He was probably eating lunch with his new best friends. Not like it still mattered. He could have his life.
"Hey Zach." I said as I put a sandwich on my tray. I took a handful of napkin and headed to our usual table. Which was by the way, empty. Liz was probably in the library, doing some last minute retouches on her essay on Illegal Logging.
To my surprise, he sat with me. He placed his enormous tray on our table and slid down beside me. "So…" he nudged my elbow. "Aren't you excited?"
I should be happy he was talking to me, right? But I felt odd. Last time we talked he was telling me to hang out with other people and now he was…ugh.
"For what?" I started eating my sandwich while my eyes roamed around the cafeteria.
"For tonight! I set up the beach house already, and you're gonna love the decorations. I put in lots of balloons and really cool drinks and snacks. I hired this really fun DJ and—"
"I don't get it, why are you telling me this?" I finally looked at him. And he was taken aback.
"Why? I'm just telling you what I did for the party…" he was puzzled now.
"Yeah, last time you were telling me to stay away from you and now what? You know, you suck." I spat on him. And there wasn't any guilt inside of me because I knew I had the right to say those words to his face. I wouldn't have said those if he hadn't started the whole not-friends-anymore thing.
"I didn't say you stay away from me. I'm just saying you hang out with other people too. That's all I meant."
I shrugged indifferently, rolling my eyes. "Sure."
"I'm sorry if you thought I didn't want to be seen around you. I just don't think it's right that your day-to-day life always has me in it."
"What's wrong with that?" I snapped.
He shook his head, he looked like he was in agony. "I'm just saying that you need to have other friends besides me. Not stay away from me. I wouldn't want that, you know that. I'd always be your best friend. All I'm asking is for you to look for other friends."
That was the whole dilemma! What the hell was looking for other friends for when I already got him and Liz and some other people?
"Honestly, I don't get anything."
"Okay. Forget about what I said. Delete everything. I just want you to be in my party. Can we not fight? I don't feel like fighting with you. It feels wrong." He was practically begging. It was funny already. I felt so gullible. How could I just feel okay for him already when he told me to stay away from me two days ago?
"Yeah, it's so wrong." I said, finally letting my guards down. I couldn't be mad at him for a long period of time. It was just so…wrong. Not right. We were like bound to always be together and happy.
"So what do you say? My mom bought be a new car, can you believe this?"
I couldn't believe I hadn't known about that.
"Really?" I felt my cheeks hurt from smiling too much. My threw my sandwich unto my tray, just focusing all my attention to him. "When'd this happen?"
"Yesterday. She said I've been really doing well in school so she bought me this really cool convertible."
I had several images of cars in my mind. "That's so cool!"
"Yes. And I'll pick you up later so we could go to the party together. I'm going to use the new car!" he was all excited now.
"Uhh," Ugh! Why? Why did I…Ugh! "Zach, I'm going with someone else already. Um, I could just see it during the party, right? You'd lend me the keys, right?" I winked at him.
He rolled his eyes, looking upset. "Darn. Fine. I thought I could pick you up with my new car. But anyways, of course, I'll lend you the keys."
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