“Well anyway, gotta go,” she said, slicing through the silence. “You should text me some time.”
And just like that, as if she hadn't said the most important thing in the world, she left, black curls bouncing as she crossed the room.
I thumbed my notes a bit, avoiding the obvious stares of my friends. It was hard though when they were burning holes into the side of my face.
“What?” I asked, an irritated edge to my voice.
“What do you mean 'what'?” it was Candice Harper who spoke up first. “Melanie Frostwood wants you to text her now? What the hell?”
I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to appear nonchalant. “How should I know?”
Candice sucked in her breath slightly, gawking at me with those brown eyes of hers, mouth agape.
“Does anyone else think it's a bit suspicious?” Candice inquired.
There were a few grumbles from the group but it was Eric Johnson who spoke next. “A little yeah...” he started off, looking amongst the gang. “She's here for three months and hardly says anything to anyone and then suddenly, out of nowhere, she's interested in Shawn.”
“Right. No offense Shawn, but you're not exactly all that interesting,” Candice chimed in, rolling her eyes.
She was jealous.
I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I was kind of a big deal around school. I was student body president and head of the events committee. I wasn't the star of the team, but I did play baseball for the school and rumor around the hallways was that I was a shoe-in for valedictorian next year. If Melanie was interested in me, she wouldn't have been the only girl on campus with similar thoughts.