[The following takes place after the episode with Jordan and Rayanne.]
Angela V.O It's like you think you know someone so well and that you've seen them do the wildest thing that they could ever do. Then they surprise you again. And again. Now it's like you wished you never even met this person. You realize you should have stayed with the safer person. You should have stayed with Sharon Chrisky.
I was walking down the hall in school. I felt like everybody was looking at me. Like they all knew the terrible thing I had just gone through. Maybe they do know. What are they thinking?
"Hey Angela. Rehearsal was cancelled for today after school. Are you okay? Did something else happen?" Ricky asked worriedly.
"What? No, everything is fine. I just feel like everyone is staring at me. As if to say, 'I'm sorry you weren't grown up enough o have sex with Jordan Catalano so he went and had sex with your slut best friend.' You know?"
"Uh, Angela, I'm pretty sure people aren't saying that. So what do you want to do after school since we don't have to paint? I was thinking we could go get pizza or something. I really don't feel like going home." Ricky said.
"Me either. That sounds good. I can get my mind off...things. Oh Ricky? I just wanted to say I'm sorry for coming onto Corey like that. It was rude and it was exactly what Rayanne did to me. I really feel horrible about it."
"It's fine. I know you didn't mean anything. You've been going through a hard time. Okay so, none of those little fishes on our pizza, okay?"
"Oh yuck, no way." The bell rang and we were off to homeroom.
Ricky and I walked after school to the pizza place where I had helped Jordan with that poem. Now Jordan was getting help from Brian Krakow which is even weirder than Rayanne and Jordan having sex. Okay, these thoughts depressed me. I need to open my eyes to other people. New friends, maybe old friends, and new guys.
"Is pepperoni okay?" Ricky asked me.
"Yes." I went and sat down while he ordered. A minute later he came and sat down.
"Oh, so I brought this paint because we need a color for the plum tree and all we have is a lavender color and black. I thought we could mix paints and find a good purple to use." He said pulling bottles of black, lavender and white paints. He grabbed a paper plate and two brushes out of his bag. I grabbed one and went to work. A few minutes later somebody walked up to us. I figured it was the pizza person. But it wasn't.
"Uh, hi. Whatcha doing?" He said all uncomfortable. I looked up and saw his blue eyes and long dark hair. I couldn't have been fuller of hate in my entire life. However, I was rather shocked at the moment so the hate didn't shine through as much as it was there. Ricky and I just stared at him.
"We're mixing purples. What are you doing?" I said the last line rather nastily.
"Nothing." Jordan said walking away. What a jerk. All thoughts about Jordan Catalano and his jerkiness left when the best looking pepperoni pizza I have ever seen arrived on our table two seconds later.
Angela V.O It's like you think you know someone so well and that you've seen them do the wildest thing that they could ever do. Then they surprise you again. And again. Now it's like you wished you never even met this person. You realize you should have stayed with the safer person. You should have stayed with Sharon Chrisky.
I was walking down the hall in school. I felt like everybody was looking at me. Like they all knew the terrible thing I had just gone through. Maybe they do know. What are they thinking?
"Hey Angela. Rehearsal was cancelled for today after school. Are you okay? Did something else happen?" Ricky asked worriedly.
"What? No, everything is fine. I just feel like everyone is staring at me. As if to say, 'I'm sorry you weren't grown up enough o have sex with Jordan Catalano so he went and had sex with your slut best friend.' You know?"
"Uh, Angela, I'm pretty sure people aren't saying that. So what do you want to do after school since we don't have to paint? I was thinking we could go get pizza or something. I really don't feel like going home." Ricky said.
"Me either. That sounds good. I can get my mind off...things. Oh Ricky? I just wanted to say I'm sorry for coming onto Corey like that. It was rude and it was exactly what Rayanne did to me. I really feel horrible about it."
"It's fine. I know you didn't mean anything. You've been going through a hard time. Okay so, none of those little fishes on our pizza, okay?"
"Oh yuck, no way." The bell rang and we were off to homeroom.
Ricky and I walked after school to the pizza place where I had helped Jordan with that poem. Now Jordan was getting help from Brian Krakow which is even weirder than Rayanne and Jordan having sex. Okay, these thoughts depressed me. I need to open my eyes to other people. New friends, maybe old friends, and new guys.
"Is pepperoni okay?" Ricky asked me.
"Yes." I went and sat down while he ordered. A minute later he came and sat down.
"Oh, so I brought this paint because we need a color for the plum tree and all we have is a lavender color and black. I thought we could mix paints and find a good purple to use." He said pulling bottles of black, lavender and white paints. He grabbed a paper plate and two brushes out of his bag. I grabbed one and went to work. A few minutes later somebody walked up to us. I figured it was the pizza person. But it wasn't.
"Uh, hi. Whatcha doing?" He said all uncomfortable. I looked up and saw his blue eyes and long dark hair. I couldn't have been fuller of hate in my entire life. However, I was rather shocked at the moment so the hate didn't shine through as much as it was there. Ricky and I just stared at him.
"We're mixing purples. What are you doing?" I said the last line rather nastily.
"Nothing." Jordan said walking away. What a jerk. All thoughts about Jordan Catalano and his jerkiness left when the best looking pepperoni pizza I have ever seen arrived on our table two seconds later.