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I'm more nervous than I had anticipated when I wake up Monday morning. My mind has been so preoccupied with all things Lisa, I haven't had time to process my impending doom. Or rather, my first day ever at a brand new school.
Mom and I finally had a chance to go shopping for weather appropriate clothing over the weekend. I throw on what I picked out the evening before and slide on my new snow boots. I leave my hair down for the day but slide an extra band onto my wrist for when I want to pull it back, which I know I'll do.
After I finish up in the bathroom I move to the kitchen and grab my backpack and my class schedule off of the counter. Mom began her new night shift at the hospital last night, so I agree to take Kel to school.
Back in Texas, Kel and I went to the same school. In fact, everyone in the vicinity of our town went to the same school. Here, there are so many schools I have to print out a district map just to be sure I'm taking him to the right place.
When we pull up to the elementary, Kel immediately spots Leo and jumps out of the car without even saying goodbye. He makes life look so easy.
Luckily, the Elementary is only a few blocks from the High School. I'll have extra time to spare so that I can locate my first class. I pull into the parking lot of what I consider to be a massive High School and search for a spot. When I find one available, it's as far from the building as it could be and there are dozens of students standing around their vehicles chatting. I am hesitant to get out of my car, but realize when I do that no one even notices me. It's not like in the movies when the new girl steps out of her car onto the lawn of the new school, clutching her books, everyone stopping what they're doing to stare. It's not like that at all. I feel invisible and I like it.
I make it through first period math without being assigned homework, which is good. I plan on spending the entire evening with Lisa. When I woke up this morning, there was a note on my jeep from her. All it said was, "Can't wait to see you. I'll be back by four. I've missed you so bad."
Seven hours and three minutes to go.
History isn't any harder. The teacher is giving notes on the Punic Wars, something we had just covered in my previous school. I find it hard to focus as I literally count down the minutes. The teacher is very monotonous and mundane. If I don't find something to be interesting, my mind has a tendency to wander. It keeps wandering to Lisa. I am methodically taking notes, trying my best to focus when someone behind me pokes my back.
"Hey, let me see your schedule," the girl directs.
I inconspicuously reach for my schedule and fold it up tightly in my left hand. I raise my hand behind me and quickly drop the schedule on her desk.
"Oh please!" she says louder. "Mr. Hanushek is half blind and can barely hear. Don't worry about him."
I stifle a laugh and turn toward her as Mr. Hanushek is facing the board. "I'm Jennie," I tell her.
"Eddie," she responds.
I look at her questioningly and she rolls her eyes.
"I know," she whispers. "It's a family name. But if you call me Eddie Spaghetti I'll kick your ass!" she threatens mildly.
"I'll keep that in mind," I laugh.
"Cool, we have the same third period," she says as she inspects my schedule. "It's a bitch to find. Stick with me after class and I'll show you where it is."
Eddie leans forward to write something down and her slinky blond hair swings forward with her. It falls just below her chin in an asymmetrical style. Her nails are each painted a completely different color, and she has a variety of about 15 bracelets on each of her wrists that rattle and clank every time she moves. She has a small, simple outline of a black heart tattooed on the inside of her left wrist.
When the bell rings, I stand up as Eddie passes me back the schedule. She reaches into my jacket pocket and pulls out my phone and starts punching numbers. I look at the schedule she has returned to me and it's now covered in websites and phone numbers; in green ink. Eddie sees me looking and points to the first web address on the page.
"That's my facebook page, but if you can't find me there, I'm also on twitter. Don't ask me for my myspace username because that shit's lame," she says, strangely serious.
She scrolls down the remaining numbers jotted on my schedule with her finger. "That's my cell phone number, that's my home phone number and that's the number to Getty's Pizza," she says.
"Is that where you work?"
"No, they just have great pizza."
She moves past me and I start to follow her out the door as she turns and hands me back my phone.
"I just called myself so I have your number now, too. Oh, and you need to go to the office before next period."
"Why? I thought you wanted me to follow you?" I ask, feeling slightly overwhelmed by my new friend.
"They have you in 'B' lunch. I'm in 'A' lunch. Go switch yours to 'A' lunch and meet me in third period."
And she's gone. Just like that.
The administration office is just two doors down. The secretary, Mrs. Alex, makes rolling her eyes a new form of art as she prints my 'new' new schedule just as the second bell for third period rings.
"Do you know where this English elective is located?" I say before I leave.
She gives me somewhat lengthy and confusing directions, assuming that I know where 'Hall A' is, and 'Hall D.' I wait patiently until she's finished and walk out the door, more confused than before.
I wander across three different hallways, entering two wrong classrooms and one janitor's closet. I round the corner when I finally see 'Hall D' and feel some relief. I set my backpack down on the floor as I place the schedule between my lips and pull the rubber band off of my wrist. It's not even ten in the morning and I'm already pulling my hair up. It's that kind of day already. I gather my hair in a bunch and pull it through the rubber band twice. I pull at my hair to tighten it inside the band.
"Jennie?"
My heart nearly jumps out of my chest when I hear her voice. I turn around and see Lisa standing next to me with a confused look on her face. I pull the schedule out of my mouth and smile as I instinctively wrap my arms around her. "Lisa! What are you doing here?"
She hugs me back, but only for a second before her hands wrap around my wrists, removing my arms from around her neck.
"Nini," she says hesitantly. "Where…What are you doing here?"
I sigh as I thrust my schedule into her chest. "I'm trying to find this stupid elective but I'm lost," I whine. "Help me!"
She takes another step back against the wall. "Nini, no…" she says, putting the schedule back into my hands without even looking at it.
She's horrified to see me! She turns away from me and clasps her hands behind her head.
I don't understand her reaction. I stand there, waiting for some sort of explanation when it dawns on me. She's here to see her girlfriend! The girlfriend that she failed to mention. I snatch my backpack up and immediately start to walk away when her arm reaches out and pulls me to a stop.
"Where are you going?" She demands.
I roll my eyes and let out a short sigh. "I get it Lisa. I get it. I'll leave you alone before your girlfriend sees us." I'm trying to hold back tears at this point, so I step out of her grasp and turn away from her.
"Girlfr-no. No, Nini. I don't think you do get it." She says.
The faint sound of footsteps slowly becomes louder as they round the corner to Hall D. I turn to see another student barreling toward us.
"Oh man, I thought I was late," the student says as he spots us in the hallway. He comes to a stop in front of the classroom.
"You are late, Javier," Lisa replies, opening the door behind her, motioning for Javier to enter. "Javi, I'll be there in a few minutes. Let the class know they have five minutes to review before the exam."
Lisa closes the door behind her, and we are once again alone in the hallway.
The air is all but gone from my lungs. I feel pressure building in my chest as this new realization sinks in. This can't be happening. This can't be possible. How is this possible?
"Lisa," I whisper, not able to get a full breath out. "Please don't tell me-"
Her face is red and she has a disdained look in her eyes as she bites her lower lip. She leans her head back and looks up at the ceiling, rubbing her palms on her face as she paces the length of the hallway between the lockers and the classroom door. With each step she takes, I catch a glimpse of her faculty badge as it sways back and forth from her neck. she flattens her palms against the lockers, repeatedly tapping her forehead against the metal.
"How did I not see this?" She says as she drops her hands and turns toward me. "You're still in high school?"