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AN: Another update. I have to say I'm on a roll, even if the updates are not being emailed. I know at least some of you read the last two updates cause I went to the story link and say like 3 new reviews, but I don't know why the email updates aren't being sent out.
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Chapter 5
My next three periods went by in a blur after that. Math, ew. English, I didn't really do anything except doodle and then I had Gym. Luckily Carmen was in class with me, because otherwise I would've been without any friends in that class. And there were only two other girls in the class, Sherry and Kyla. Nothing against Kyla, she even waved and said hello to me. But it's kind of known that I don't talk to her, due to the fact her sister and the rest of the cheerleaders hate me and if she choose to hang with me over Sherry, some serious shit would go down.
After Gym Carmen and I were getting changed in the locker room and well, you know nothing good can come from that.
"I don't think its fair we have to change in the same room as them," Sherry not so discretely whispered to Kyla who didn't respond.
"Well I'd rather not change in front of an ugly skanky hoe bag either," Carmen said pulling on her shirt.
"Yeah, there's always the chances of airborne diseases," I said and Carmen chuckled.
"You're gonna wish you hadn't said that dyke," Sherry threatened taking a step towards me. It was here that many things happened at once. Kyla's head shot up, knowing something was going to happen. Carmen took a step towards her and I stopped her. And I said, "Why don't you try a more original insult? Or is that beyond your thinking capacity?"
She didn't seem to have an insult so Kyla said, "Come on Sherry, let's go." But as she pushed Sherry out the door she looked back at me and smiled and waved. I returned the wave and grabbed my bag dragging Carmen out of the locker room and heading to the cafeteria to meet Stace for lunch.
I was angry, and not just because of what happened in the locker room but because of everything. It's my senior year and I still have to deal with this petty girl crap from tenth grade. And stupid Mrs. Swan paired me up with the devil incarnate to work on a life partner project with. The more I thought about it the angrier I got, so that I was speed walking and practically dragging Carmen into the lunchroom and I slammed my bag down before taking a seat across from Stacey. She looked up in surprise at the sudden noise and threw a questioning look to Carmen who took a seat next to her.
"She had a fight with Sherry in the locker room," she explained, obviously assuming that was the only reason I was acting like a five year throwing a tantrum.
"Oh, what about?" Stacey asked taking a bite on her homemade sandwich.
"The usual," Carmen said taking a bite of an apple. Stacey nodded, and I sighed.
"That's not it, well not all of it," I said and they both looked at me waiting for me to continue.
"Well I was late so when I walked in there was one seat left, right next to Ashley Davies," I said and Stacey both threw a look at one another like 'opps we forgot to remind her of the assigned seats.' Yeah great, thanks guys that would've been helpful to know about before.
"Then we had to pick partners for that life partner project, which you both conveniently forgot to tell me about as well," I said and they both became very interested in their lunch.
"So, ok who'd you get a boy?" Carmen asked scrunching her nose and for a moment I thought of a familiar nose scrunch but pushed it out of my head.
"Worse," I said.
"What's worse than that?" she asked.
"Ashley Davies," I said glumly. I heard Stacey suck in her breath.
"This is a joke right? Like you're joking with us? The forces of the universe would not make you have to sit next to her year round, the first period of the day and then make you partner with her as well. That's cruel," Stacey said and I just nodded dropping my face into my hands and groaned.
"Ok, so it sucks, but maybe it won't be so bad," Stacey said, "I mean we used to be friends. That's a leg up on the project too when you have to do that background information stuff."
"Yeah, I think when it comes to grades, you two can work together fine. I mean maybe she won't be so bad if you're just working on a project for school," Carmen chimed in. I think they've gone insane. Not that bad? It's Ashley Davies! My ex-best friend turned evil cheerleader enemy. How in the world is it 'not that bad'? I threw a look of complete disbelief at them and they both shrugged, which is kind of creepy, that they shrugged at the same time. We spend entirely too much time together if they've started thinking alike. That or they're robots, but I highly doubt it, unless I've been blind for the first twelve years of our friendship. I don't think I'm that oblivious.
Oh jeez, I've gone insane now. I'm being stupid, they're not robots.
"That was a long time ago," I point out to them, hopefully squashing any ideas of 'not that bad,' "And we're not friends now."
They both stopped pressing the issue and we ate our lunches. I could tell they wanted to say something else, but they didn't because they knew I was right. Ashley and I weren't friends anymore, and we weren't going to be friends again in this lifetime.