Author's Note: Okay, I'm ahead of schedule by 5 days. I'm writing it early.
Proud are ya?
"It's been six days." I said to Maron sipping my Coke. It was lunchtime and I was sitting with Maron. Goku started sitting on the other side of the cafeteria lately and looking very apprehensive whenever he looked at me.
"Since what?" She said eating a nacho chip.
"Homecoming," I said. "We haven't said anything to each other since then."
"Really?" She asked shoving another 2 chips into her mouth. "Well, don't call him. He has to make the first move and you don't want to seem desperate do you?"
"No, but it's so hard to wait. I wanna say something to him but I'm afraid he hates me or something." Sip. "It's almost like I have a huge boil on my face and no one wants to say anything about it."
She looked at me oddly. "You're fruity."
I looked over to Goku's table. "Oh yeah? I'd rather be fruity than artificially flavored. Unlike some chick I know." I flashed her a quick smile.
She smacked my arm. "You're so mean."
"I know."
The bell rang signaling that lunch was over. I walked out of the cafeteria trying to keep my Coke concealed under my wool jacket. If the principal saw it, he'd give me a month worth of detentions. He's just stupid that way.
I got to biology as fast as I could without anyone getting suspicious. I crashed into my seat and took out my calendar. One week. Only one stupid little week until I become 17. I couldn't wait. Part of me wanted to stand up on my desk, rip open my shirt and scream until my voice was gone. The good part of me wouldn't allow it. Instead I circled a heart around the 18th of October.
I looked at Goku. I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up so suddenly that I didn't even have to say his name.
"What's your deal?" I yelled at him. I'm glad no one else was in that room with us.
"What?!" He yelled back at me.
"You've been ignoring me ever since Homecoming!" I said using me hands to elaborate.
"Well I made a mistake! I told you I loved you and you totally blew me off! It's like you hate me so I've been avoiding you!" He walked up to me and stood over me and stared down at me. "Did you ever think for one single second that I was embarrassed that you hated me?!"
"I don't hate you!" I said staring way up to him. I hate being short.
"Oh really?! Then what's this crap that you're sending to me?! You're the perfect little Christian's child! I'm the kid who eggs your house on Halloween! You're too god for me!" He shouted.
"Perfect kid?! You're so full of it! You're so caught up in stereotypes it's gross!"
He grabbed his hair. "I'll tell the truth okay?!" I breathed in heavily. "I love you so much it's disgusting! You're all I ever think about!" I screamed and ran out of the classroom.
I fought to get to the bathroom. Someone grabbed my arm. I looked back. Only Maron, no big deal.
I glared at her. She opened her eyes wider.
"You talked to him."
"Very good." I growled. I shook out of her grip.
"Chi-Chi, listen." Maron called after me.
I pushed everyone apart to make room for me. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I never want to talk to him again.
I burst into the bathroom as the bell rang for class. I crawled into a stall, sat with knees to chest on the toilet, and cried.
I got back with 10 minutes left of class. Lucky me, we were working in partners, flipping coins to create a baby. Guess who Mr. Fidler paired me with?
The bell rang before we could finish. Good.
"It's been six days." I said to Maron sipping my Coke. It was lunchtime and I was sitting with Maron. Goku started sitting on the other side of the cafeteria lately and looking very apprehensive whenever he looked at me.
"Since what?" She said eating a nacho chip.
"Homecoming," I said. "We haven't said anything to each other since then."
"Really?" She asked shoving another 2 chips into her mouth. "Well, don't call him. He has to make the first move and you don't want to seem desperate do you?"
"No, but it's so hard to wait. I wanna say something to him but I'm afraid he hates me or something." Sip. "It's almost like I have a huge boil on my face and no one wants to say anything about it."
She looked at me oddly. "You're fruity."
I looked over to Goku's table. "Oh yeah? I'd rather be fruity than artificially flavored. Unlike some chick I know." I flashed her a quick smile.
She smacked my arm. "You're so mean."
"I know."
The bell rang signaling that lunch was over. I walked out of the cafeteria trying to keep my Coke concealed under my wool jacket. If the principal saw it, he'd give me a month worth of detentions. He's just stupid that way.
I got to biology as fast as I could without anyone getting suspicious. I crashed into my seat and took out my calendar. One week. Only one stupid little week until I become 17. I couldn't wait. Part of me wanted to stand up on my desk, rip open my shirt and scream until my voice was gone. The good part of me wouldn't allow it. Instead I circled a heart around the 18th of October.
I looked at Goku. I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood up so suddenly that I didn't even have to say his name.
"What's your deal?" I yelled at him. I'm glad no one else was in that room with us.
"What?!" He yelled back at me.
"You've been ignoring me ever since Homecoming!" I said using me hands to elaborate.
"Well I made a mistake! I told you I loved you and you totally blew me off! It's like you hate me so I've been avoiding you!" He walked up to me and stood over me and stared down at me. "Did you ever think for one single second that I was embarrassed that you hated me?!"
"I don't hate you!" I said staring way up to him. I hate being short.
"Oh really?! Then what's this crap that you're sending to me?! You're the perfect little Christian's child! I'm the kid who eggs your house on Halloween! You're too god for me!" He shouted.
"Perfect kid?! You're so full of it! You're so caught up in stereotypes it's gross!"
He grabbed his hair. "I'll tell the truth okay?!" I breathed in heavily. "I love you so much it's disgusting! You're all I ever think about!" I screamed and ran out of the classroom.
I fought to get to the bathroom. Someone grabbed my arm. I looked back. Only Maron, no big deal.
I glared at her. She opened her eyes wider.
"You talked to him."
"Very good." I growled. I shook out of her grip.
"Chi-Chi, listen." Maron called after me.
I pushed everyone apart to make room for me. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I never want to talk to him again.
I burst into the bathroom as the bell rang for class. I crawled into a stall, sat with knees to chest on the toilet, and cried.
I got back with 10 minutes left of class. Lucky me, we were working in partners, flipping coins to create a baby. Guess who Mr. Fidler paired me with?
The bell rang before we could finish. Good.