Ugh, here I was again, sitting bored to tears in math. And the worst part is how it’s Monday. Ugh, only 4 1/2 more days until the weekend again. It was like walking through gross sludge. And the worst part about this sludge was how it’s names were Peyton and Kacy. Stupid Peyton and Kacy. They were glancing at me then looking at each other and snickering. i waited and hoped that Ms. Dellon would catch them, but she never did.
The end of class rolled along and I got up quickly up to them and asked, “What the hell is your problem? What did I do?” They looked at each other again, and began laughing.
“What’s going on?” I asked, getting angrier by the second.
“Oh….well….we heard…..about….you and…..Andrew.” Kacy stated in mid laugh.
“What?!” I felt my face turn red when I knew what they were talking about. I ran out into the hallway and multiple glances were shot at me, followed by inevitable whispers.
Amazing how stories can spread so quickly in middle schools with this many people.
I felt terrible by the end of the day from all of the staring and muffled giggles. And what made it all worse was how Andrew didn’t say a word to me all day. He didn’t even text me.
At the end of the day I was getting my books out of my locker feeling like I was about to cry when someone wrapped their arms around my waist. “Hey, Lorraine. Sorry I’ve been busy all day. But you can come over to my house so I can have time all to you.” Andrew whispered. I wasn’t able to pay attention after he said my name. It took me a good 5 minutes before I could recall that I was angry at him. I stuck my nose in the air, “I don’t want to. I have a feeling what you want to do is rated PG-13 and I want to stay pure thank you.”
“Oh please, like you have ever been pure.” Andrew scoffed while playing with a piece of my hair. He looked at me with pleading eyes, “Please? At least Friday? Forget the football game. We’ll watch a movie.”
I took one look at him and said, “Alright. But we’re watching the movie, nothing else.”