Disclaimer: Dang, it's still not mine.
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I was sitting with Tori outside. She was eating her turkey sandwich in humongous bites, like if she didn't eat the whole thing in under a minute, she'd be disqualified from life.
"Hey, Tori?" I quietly asked. I was afraid she might eat me.
"Mphdism," she mumbled at me through bites.
I looked at her for a second. "Never mind."
I saw Robbie walk over to us from Festus's truck. He plopped down next to me and started picking at his French fries.
"Hi," I offered brightly.
I liked Robbie. He was weird. Safe to say that we have that in common.
"Sup, Kit?" he responded.
"It's Cat," I responded, oblivious. I questioned his sanity for a minute.
"No, I mean, it's like a nickname and… Never mind," he turned his attention back to Tori, who was still utterly unaware of her surroundings.
"Tori?" he asked.
Before I had a chance to hear Tori's response, I saw my dad coming towards us. I smiled. At least I could call him that in my head. He sat in between Tori and I and stared at his pizza for a full minute before looking up at the rest of us. He didn't touch his food, just sat there, staring at it.
I didn't even get to hear his voice before I felt my arm being tugged on. I looked up to see momma glaring at me. Her eyes were telling me to follow her. I grabbed my can of Wahoo Punch and got up. It bothered me that she still didn't even say hi to dad. She shoved me all the way to the table farthest away from my friends. I could feel someone's eyes on me. I angled my body so I could still see them. Dad was watching me.
"So what's up?" she asked.
It wasn't a casual greeting. It was like she was demanding information.
"What do you mean?" I asked, somewhat fearfully.
"What were you guys talking about?" she asked again.
"Nothing, we were just…"
"Don't lie to me, Cat!" she interrupted. I squeaked a little. "I know that you guys were talking about me so don't just sit here and tell me that you weren't talking about nothing!"
"Jade, we really weren't talking about you, we were just…"
"Drop it!" she shouted.
"Okay!" I yelped.
She stared at me for a minute. I made sure to avoid eye contact. I pulled out my cell phone in case I needed to call the police. Ya know… For reasons.
"Are you still dog-sitting this Saturday?" she piped in.
"Yes," I responded carefully.
"What's his address?" she asked, pulling out her phone.
"He's on P. Sherman 42, Wallaby Lane," I answered.
She repeated me as she typed the information into her phone. I was kind of afraid of having momma at my mom's boss's house. It was gonna be a long night and she might get bored and leave me there. I wish I didn't have to dog-sit.
I looked at my Wahoo Punch can before lifting it to my lips and keeping it there. I tilted my head back and downed the whole thing. I could feel her watching me. I could feel dad watching me. Why does everyone choose to watch me especially when I feel like I'm gonna erupt in tears?
When I realized that there was nothing left in the can and I was just holding it to my lips, I set it back down on the table and wiped my mouth with a napkin. I stuffed the used napkin inside of the can and threw the can into the trash about five feet away. I put my arms on the table and covered my head. Let me fall asleep and never wake up.
I felt her hand on my arm. "Cat?" she asked cautiously.
"Whatty?" I whined.
"You're making a scene," she said.
I lifted my head and glared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" I quipped.
"Nothing, I just don't think that you should do this right now…"
"You're so mean to me!" I yelled. I stood up and walked in the opposite direction.
"Cat!" she called. She didn't chase after me, though.
I felt my dad staring at me as I walked right by him. He grabbed my arm, but I shook him loose, continuing towards the school.
I thought I was alone. But he had chased after me. Glad to know he still cared about me.
I slumped against the nearest row of lockers and slid to the floor.
He stood above me. "What'd she say to you?"
I looked up at him. "Nothing… She didn't say anything to me," I said.
I wasn't lying. She didn't say anything to me. I just can't take it. I felt him sit down next to me against the lockers.
He put his hand on my knee. "You wanna talk about it?"
I looked at his face. Sincerity was actually there. "No," I responded.
I felt his arms wrap around me after a moment. And for a second… I could almost picture being back home.