I slammed the door to Janine's car and headed over to the bench in front of SHS where the former members of the BSC generally gather before school begins. Sometimes, though, I go inside and hang out by the lockers with Erica and Kristy (who have become really good friends as of late).
Stacey and Rachel Griffith were already there. I still don't really like Rachel (old habits die hard) and I didn't like the fact that Rachel was kind of stealing my role in Stacey's life.
Our friendship never really got back to the point it was before the whole Jeremy thing. Stacey seemed more, I don't know, standoffish. It reminded me of the way she was when she ditched us for the cheerleaders and basketball players, only now she wasn't telling us we were immature or anything like that.
My thoughts were interrupted by Stacey herself. "Hey Claud," she said, tossing her sleek blonde hair. She was wearing a peasant blouse, a khaki skirt, and boots with embroidery on them.
"Hi, Stace," I said. "How was your weekend?"
"Oh, great," she breathed. She even blushed a little. "Ethan took me to the coolest gallery. He even knew one of the artists there. You'd have loved it, Claud."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
Just then Kristy walked by. She waved to me, but Stacey turned towards her locker and pretended not to see her.
I rolled my eyes. "Stacey, what's with you? Why are you so angry with Kristy? All she did was smoke a cigarette. Jesus."
"You don't get it, Claud, do you?" she sneered, eyes flashing. "She was always Miss High and Mighty, and now that SHE messes up, we're all supposed to support her or whatever?" She rolled her eyes. "Give me a break."
Rachel shifted uncomfortably. "Um, maybe I should go..."
Both Stacey and I ignored her. I was too busy trying to keep my cool. "Look Stacey, she's not so "high and mighty" anymore. She's grown up a little, okay?"
Stacey relented a little bit. "Maybe."
"Now she understands that she was wrong in being so strict or something," I suggested.
Stacey closed her eyes briefly and leaned against her locker. "Whatever. Anyway, it's time for homeroom."
I sighed and gathered up my books.
Stacey and Rachel Griffith were already there. I still don't really like Rachel (old habits die hard) and I didn't like the fact that Rachel was kind of stealing my role in Stacey's life.
Our friendship never really got back to the point it was before the whole Jeremy thing. Stacey seemed more, I don't know, standoffish. It reminded me of the way she was when she ditched us for the cheerleaders and basketball players, only now she wasn't telling us we were immature or anything like that.
My thoughts were interrupted by Stacey herself. "Hey Claud," she said, tossing her sleek blonde hair. She was wearing a peasant blouse, a khaki skirt, and boots with embroidery on them.
"Hi, Stace," I said. "How was your weekend?"
"Oh, great," she breathed. She even blushed a little. "Ethan took me to the coolest gallery. He even knew one of the artists there. You'd have loved it, Claud."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
Just then Kristy walked by. She waved to me, but Stacey turned towards her locker and pretended not to see her.
I rolled my eyes. "Stacey, what's with you? Why are you so angry with Kristy? All she did was smoke a cigarette. Jesus."
"You don't get it, Claud, do you?" she sneered, eyes flashing. "She was always Miss High and Mighty, and now that SHE messes up, we're all supposed to support her or whatever?" She rolled her eyes. "Give me a break."
Rachel shifted uncomfortably. "Um, maybe I should go..."
Both Stacey and I ignored her. I was too busy trying to keep my cool. "Look Stacey, she's not so "high and mighty" anymore. She's grown up a little, okay?"
Stacey relented a little bit. "Maybe."
"Now she understands that she was wrong in being so strict or something," I suggested.
Stacey closed her eyes briefly and leaned against her locker. "Whatever. Anyway, it's time for homeroom."
I sighed and gathered up my books.