The rest of the week flies by mostly without a hitch. I mean, I am not persecuted by any more of my teachers on account of my dim-witted ex-boyfriend, but aforementioned ex keeps trying to talk to me. Like he has anything important to say anymore.
Friday night finds me in the dressing room after a rather decent performance, washing off my makeup and combing most of the gel out of my hair. Dutchy pops up at the sink next to me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
"We need to talk," he says.
I roll my eyes and set the comb down. "About what, Dutchy?"
He blinks and stutters. Apparently, I have caught him off guard. He takes a deep breath like he's going to say something profound and meaningful and philosophical, and simply blurts out, "I'm sorry."
Arching an eyebrow, I shake my head. "That's all you have to say to me? You're sorry?"
Dutchy sighs. "Specs, look..."
"No, Dutchy. Just stop wasting my time and get out of here. Sarah's waiting for you and you don't want to take too long, do you?" I see him wince and I walk out to catch up with Racetrack, who's waiting outside for me.
Racetrack makes me stay in his room most of the evening with Spot and Jack and David and their friend Adam, also known as Skittery, though I don't know why. Skittery brought this movie called SLC Punk!, and, strangely enough, looks exactly like Heroin Bob. It's actually kind of scary.
When the move is over, I shake my head. "Wow," I say.
Skittery grins and takes the tape out of the VCR. "Good, huh?"
"Actually, it kind of makes me want to kill myself."
The guys all laugh and then, in unison, as they love to do, shout, "ONLY POSERS DIE!"
"Oi vey," I mutter, standing up. "You guys are fucking nuts. I'm going to bed."
I walk out to find a girl knocking on the door to my room. "Can I help you with something?"
She turns around. "Do you know where David is?" The girl is small and mousy, and looks utterly lost.
"Uh, yeah, he's in here." I jerk my thumb toward Racetrack's door. "You okay?"
She smiles a little. "Yeah. I'm his sister's roommate and she's a little... um, busy with her date and I have nowhere else to go, so I was thinking I'd just come over here and hang out with Dave for a little while."
"Oh. Um, yeah, he's in there with Jack and a few other people. They're all watching movies. Have fun. 'Scuze me." I walk into my room and close the door behind me, standing alone in the dark.
God officially hates me.