Jordan sat in the back corner just in the perfect position where I
could see him out of the very corners of my peripheral vision. When he
wasn't sleeping he looked like he could be looking at me. Or maybe he was
just paying attention for once. Either way it was making me nervous. On the
outside I was pissed as hell. On the inside I wishing that he would at
least try and apologize that way I didn't have to hate him so much. I
wondered if, when the bell rang, he would try to talk to me. Just the
thought of it made me want to hurl.
The bell finally rang and I jumped, unprepared what to say. I got up as normally as possible and grabbed me backpack. Sometimes when I want him to talk to me or I want to talk to him, I'll stay back a few seconds after class. But today I ran so fast out of that room and I never once looked back to see if he was following me. Well, maybe just once.
I met Rayanne and Ricky for lunch in the girls bathroom. Ricky's use of the men's room only lasted about a week. He decided he couldn't stand all the testosterone so he came back. I don't blame him. Guys are so full of themselves. Especially Jordan Catalano. He was just completely insensitive. All he cared about what his stupid little band members thought of him and that stupid red care of his. Ok, so I actually really like the car, and the band really isn't that bad. I was trying to hate him but at the same time was trying to think of reasons to NOT hate him. I was so torn.
"Earth to Angela. Do you prefer chicken sandwich day or pizza day?" Rayanne asked me.
"Well, the chicken is frozen and then fried, but the pizza tastes like cardboard," I tried to offer her an answer.
"So, which is it, pizza or chicken sandwich?"
"Draw?" I guessed.
"You are always so indecisive. What happens when it comes to an emergency situation and you need to make a hard choice right away without time to think too much about it. I mean you can't pick chicken sandwich's over pizza, what is there for you when it's a life and death matter?" Ricky said always making weird points like this.
"I guess I make one. But come on, pizza and chicken, it's not that big of a deal. They both taste like vomit," I stated trying to reason my indecision habits.
"Ssshhhh, here comes Jordan," Rayanne told us.
"Where?" Ricky and I said at the exact same time. "I really don't feel like seeing him right now," I said.
"Grow up, you have to talk to him eventually. What's wrong with right now?" Rayanne countered.
Ricky patted my shoulder with his hand and said, "She's got a point." Right then Jordan had reached us. "We'll just go to lunch while you make up your mind about that pizza or chicken thing we were discussing earlier." I tried to go along with it without turning red, but was unsuccessful. I turned and there he was standing. All tall and beautiful blue eyed. He was like a Greek god.
"Um. Hi," He said cautiously.
"Hi," I said rather rudely and uncaring like.
"About the other night. I had things to do and I got carried away and lost track of time. Sorry I never called," He spurt out quickly.
"Oh. Well, yeah I was just wondering. I thought maybe something happened and maybe you got hurt or something. But I guess you're okay," I said kinda slow, making things up. I don't know why I was lying.
"No, I'm okay. But do you want to maybe come listen to my band tonight? I can give you a lift home again. I finished that song if you want to hear it," he offered. Why oh why did he have to be so damn hot?
"Ok, that would be great. So, you finally finished that song? About your car?" Ricky told me that the song wasn't about me. It was about his car. How shallow could you be. Sure, I liked the car but I am not going to go write a song about it. And I thought he couldn't read? This just made me feel bad for the poor guy.
"Yeah. I really like it. Hopefully we can play it at our next show," he looked over his shoulder and saw his friends waiting for him. "I better go. I'll see you tonight." And with that he was gone and I was left here standing alone again. Well, I wasn't alone for much longer.
"Why were you talking to Jordan Catalano? I thought you were mad at him?" Brian asked me.
"Brian, has it ever occurred to you that maybe my life is none of your business?" I countered back.
"No, your life is my business," he blurted.
"How is my personal life ANY of your business? Because you're nosy? Because you're so one sided and for being really smart you're actually really dense?" he was starting to get on my nerves again.
"Your life is my business because....becuase..." he was lost. I won. Again. "Because, I'm your neighbor and I have a right to know what's going on in your life."
"Why so you can go narc on me to my parents? You're pathetic. I don't even know why we talk anymore, all we do is fight."
"Maybe we fight because you're wrong!"
"Maybe we fight because you're an idiot!" this fight was boiling my veins but I had to stop and walk away because it was getting to be kindergartenish. That and I had finally decided on pizza.
The bell finally rang and I jumped, unprepared what to say. I got up as normally as possible and grabbed me backpack. Sometimes when I want him to talk to me or I want to talk to him, I'll stay back a few seconds after class. But today I ran so fast out of that room and I never once looked back to see if he was following me. Well, maybe just once.
I met Rayanne and Ricky for lunch in the girls bathroom. Ricky's use of the men's room only lasted about a week. He decided he couldn't stand all the testosterone so he came back. I don't blame him. Guys are so full of themselves. Especially Jordan Catalano. He was just completely insensitive. All he cared about what his stupid little band members thought of him and that stupid red care of his. Ok, so I actually really like the car, and the band really isn't that bad. I was trying to hate him but at the same time was trying to think of reasons to NOT hate him. I was so torn.
"Earth to Angela. Do you prefer chicken sandwich day or pizza day?" Rayanne asked me.
"Well, the chicken is frozen and then fried, but the pizza tastes like cardboard," I tried to offer her an answer.
"So, which is it, pizza or chicken sandwich?"
"Draw?" I guessed.
"You are always so indecisive. What happens when it comes to an emergency situation and you need to make a hard choice right away without time to think too much about it. I mean you can't pick chicken sandwich's over pizza, what is there for you when it's a life and death matter?" Ricky said always making weird points like this.
"I guess I make one. But come on, pizza and chicken, it's not that big of a deal. They both taste like vomit," I stated trying to reason my indecision habits.
"Ssshhhh, here comes Jordan," Rayanne told us.
"Where?" Ricky and I said at the exact same time. "I really don't feel like seeing him right now," I said.
"Grow up, you have to talk to him eventually. What's wrong with right now?" Rayanne countered.
Ricky patted my shoulder with his hand and said, "She's got a point." Right then Jordan had reached us. "We'll just go to lunch while you make up your mind about that pizza or chicken thing we were discussing earlier." I tried to go along with it without turning red, but was unsuccessful. I turned and there he was standing. All tall and beautiful blue eyed. He was like a Greek god.
"Um. Hi," He said cautiously.
"Hi," I said rather rudely and uncaring like.
"About the other night. I had things to do and I got carried away and lost track of time. Sorry I never called," He spurt out quickly.
"Oh. Well, yeah I was just wondering. I thought maybe something happened and maybe you got hurt or something. But I guess you're okay," I said kinda slow, making things up. I don't know why I was lying.
"No, I'm okay. But do you want to maybe come listen to my band tonight? I can give you a lift home again. I finished that song if you want to hear it," he offered. Why oh why did he have to be so damn hot?
"Ok, that would be great. So, you finally finished that song? About your car?" Ricky told me that the song wasn't about me. It was about his car. How shallow could you be. Sure, I liked the car but I am not going to go write a song about it. And I thought he couldn't read? This just made me feel bad for the poor guy.
"Yeah. I really like it. Hopefully we can play it at our next show," he looked over his shoulder and saw his friends waiting for him. "I better go. I'll see you tonight." And with that he was gone and I was left here standing alone again. Well, I wasn't alone for much longer.
"Why were you talking to Jordan Catalano? I thought you were mad at him?" Brian asked me.
"Brian, has it ever occurred to you that maybe my life is none of your business?" I countered back.
"No, your life is my business," he blurted.
"How is my personal life ANY of your business? Because you're nosy? Because you're so one sided and for being really smart you're actually really dense?" he was starting to get on my nerves again.
"Your life is my business because....becuase..." he was lost. I won. Again. "Because, I'm your neighbor and I have a right to know what's going on in your life."
"Why so you can go narc on me to my parents? You're pathetic. I don't even know why we talk anymore, all we do is fight."
"Maybe we fight because you're wrong!"
"Maybe we fight because you're an idiot!" this fight was boiling my veins but I had to stop and walk away because it was getting to be kindergartenish. That and I had finally decided on pizza.