In English class on Monday, I realized I was in big trouble. In the middle of all this fretting over what had happened with Andrew and suddenly being Cambree’s number one again—I was sure that had something to do with what had happened with Andrew—I had completely forgotten to do my English paper.
“Please take out your papers and pass them to the front,” Miss Turner said, standing at the front of the class.
My heart began to pound harder and harder as I panicked. Yes, I was that girl; the one deathly afraid of being called out in front of the class for not having homework done. And I had no excuse. We’d had five days to do this paper, and I’d wasted them all deciding more quality time with Andrew was more important.
The senior boy who sat in front of me turned around to accept my paper, but I didn’t have it. I shook my head and sunk lower in my desk. I knew I was in trouble.
Miss Turner finished collecting all the papers, and carried them back to her desk. I wondered if she was going to notice, and if she did, would she call me out? It wasn’t like anyone in this particular group of students had any experience in this field. Forgetting homework? That didn’t just happen.
She didn’t say anything. From the looks of it, she didn’t even notice. She just stacked the papers up, and slid them into a folder before turning to the board and starting on our grammar assignment.
After class, I bolted. I was determined, no matter how late I had to stay up tonight, I was finishing that paper. I wouldn’t even hang out with Andrew if that was what it took.
I must have been sprinting out of English, because I ran right out of the room, and right into Derek.
“I’m sorry!” he said. Then he realized it was me. “Oh. Sophia. What the hell. Is the classroom on fire?”
“No,” I chuckled. Then I grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall with me.
“OK, no fire,” he said. “What are you running from?”
“I didn’t do my English paper,” I admitted.
He over exaggerated a gasp. “Sophia Martin. You didn’t do your homework?”
“I know, and I’m terribly ashamed of myself.”
“You should be. I am. I don’t even know if I can be seen with you right now.” He peaked around at the crowd. “Seriously. Where’s your boyfriend? I just know he’s waiting around here somewhere to come beat me up for looking in your direction.”
I winced at both the sarcasm and the truth dripping from his tone. I straightened up and folded my arms over my chest. “Andrew doesn’t own me.”
Derek nodded. “’Kay. Whatever.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means besides Cambree, I don’t see you around anyone except Andrew anymore. You don’t even call me anymore. Which, I guess I understand, that. Andrew sure seems like the jealous type. I just never figured you for the type to ditch your friends over a guy like that.”
“A guy like what?” I asked.
He sighed and shook his head. “Just nevermind I said anything, OK?”
“No, I don’t want to ‘never mind what you said,’ Derek. Look, I know I haven’t been around much lately, but things change when you’re in a relationship. I didn’t mean for things to change between us.”
I wanted to add that he was the last person I wanted to lose, but at that very second, I was wacked in the face with the heavy scent of Chanel perfume, followed by the appearance of Becca. She slithered up next to Derek, slipping her arm around his waist in this possessive manner that I didn’t mean to not like, but I just didn’t.
And then she kissed his cheek.
“Hey, D,” she said.
“Hey, Becca,” he replied with a tired, forced smile. I would have liked to think that was due to the lack of enthusiasm toward seeing her, but I knew he was just annoyed by the conversation he and I had just had.
Becca glanced my way, clutching Derek tighter with a smile. I didn’t know why she didn’t just blurt out “He’s mine, stay away,” because that was what her eyes were reading as her icy stare bore into me.
Funny. Two days ago I could have sworn they were just on a date; one I had no idea was even in the works. Now, Becca was getting possessive, and that usual female jealousy was coming out.
It struck me, then, that I was starting to lose Derek. That scared the hell out of me. I should have been working my ass off to make sure he didn’t leave me like Jenna and Mandy had, and here I was pissing him off and pushing him further into Gossiping Becca’s arms.
“We should get to Biology, D,” Becca said. “Can’t be late.”
Derek nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He looked back at me. “Sophia, I’ll text you later,
I nodded. Becca glared at me, this time, not even smiling, then she practically yanked him down the hallway away from him.
Oh, shit, I thought with realization, leaning against the nearest locker. It really was more than just a date.
I was late for my next class, which happened to be my third tardy in a row. At Roget
Hills High, when it came to tardies, it was three strikes and you’re out.
Detention for me tomorrow.
“Mr. Glover, I have a really important softball game tomorrow at 4:30,” I said in a panic as my AP Calculus teacher gave me my detention slip. “Can’t I do detention on Wednesday.”
He peaked at me over his round, thick-rimmed glasses with disapproval. “Miss Martin, AP Calculus is very important. Whatever was going on in the hallways before class causing you to be five minutes late must be far more important than this softball game of yours because it was certainly far more important than making it to class on time. Now have a seat. I’ve wasted enough class time already.”
And so I actually earned my first detention. Coach Smith was going to kill me, then my parents were going to dig me up and kill me again.
Cambree was soo proud of me when I told her at lunch.
“I don’t know why you’re stressing out,” she told me, sticking a spoonful of her low-fat yogurt into her mouth—she’d adopted this habit of eating only yogurt from guess who. “You got a detention all on your own! Congratulations.”
I looked up from my English notes, where I was frantically trying to plan the paper I was going to write tonight, and frowned. I actually didn’t earn this detention on my own. Andrew had had a hand in it, wanting a couple of extra kisses before letting me go to class every day.
“You have no idea how big of a deal it is that I am missing that game tomorrow,” I told her.
She must have been taken aback by my tone, because her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even I was surprised I’d been so short. But this was my draw. I was pissed.
“Well I got something that will make you feel better,” Cambree said, looking past me.
I hadn’t even turned around before I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, followed by lips on my cheek.
“Oh, hey,” I said.
“Oh, hey?” Andrew asked, sitting down. “I haven’t seen you in two days and that’s all I get?”
I didn’t respond to that. He smiled anyway. “What’s wrong with you?”
“She got detention, so she’s pissed,” Cambree said.
“I’m missing my game against Porter High tomorrow,” I told him.
Not that he cared.
He shrugged. “It’s just one game.”
That’s what I thought.
“It’s a big game. They were number one in the conference the last three years and we have a real chance of beating them this year. Coach Smith is going to kill me for not being there tomorrow.”
“It’s not like it’s your fault you can’t come,” Cambree said with a shrug. “ It’s Mr. Glover’s for giving you detention.”
“Coach isn’t going to see it that way,” I said. “He’s going to see it as it’s my fault for getting the detention in the first place.”
Andrew reached across and grabbed a fry from my tray. “What did you do?”
“I was late,” I said.
Andrew laughed. “Late for class, right? The other kind would have me in trouble.”
The table burst into laughter, and I felt my face turn red.
“Did you two finally do the deed, man?” Josh asked.
“Hell yeah, they did,” Ethan laughed.
He’d told Ethan. Or did Cambree?
God, who knew, at this point. All I knew was that what was supposed to be a private moment between Andrew and I had been made public.
I mean what the hell?
“At least we got rid of the virgin who used to sit at our table,” Laurel laughed.
Andrew slipped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, despite my stiffness and pulling in the opposite direction. “Lighten up, Sophia,” he laughed. “We’re just messing with you.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Ethan said.
“Yeah, it’s nothing,” Andrew said.
Nothing. It was nothing to him. Just no big deal.
“Andrew,” Ethan said. “Want to go light up before fourth period, man?”
“Hell yeah,” Andrew said. He kissed my cheek, then stood up. “See you, babe.”
The fact that I was angry must have surpassed him because he and Ethan just headed right out of the cafeteria, Josh right behind, leaving me alone with Laurel, Taryn, and Cambree.
“You’re in such a pissy mood, today,” Cambree commented. “What is your problem?”
Let’s see. I have detention. I’m missing an important game. I’m going to be in trouble with my parents and my coach. Someone told the whole damn table Andrew and I had sex. He said it was nothing. And you want to know what the hell my problem is?
“I’m tired,” I said. I gathered my books up, and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Cambree asked.
“It’s really noisy in here. I need some quiet to work on my paper. I’m going to the library.”
So I tossed my book bag over my shoulder, and without another word, headed out of the cafeteria.
The library was quieter, but I had lied. The quiet really wasn’t what I was looking for. I just wanted to get away from Cambree and the girls for a little while. I pretended to work on my paper for a little while to avoid looking like a loser just sitting alone in the library during lunch, but my thoughts wouldn’t allow me to actually get any real work done.
After a while, Becca walked in. But she wasn’t alone. She was with a couple of her newspaper friends, and they were giggling about something—or someone, knowing them—but when they saw me, Becca frowned.
They picked a table close by me, and I was sure it was deliberate. The reason I was sure it was deliberate was because they were close enough for me to hear their conversation.
“I just can’t believe she slept with him,” Becca said in a voicy whisper that I was no-doubt meant to hear. “I mean, Andrew? He’s gonna dump her.”
“He only did it because she was a virgin,” her friend, Emily, chimed in. “I honestly feel bad for the girl.”
“So do I,” the other girl, Sara, said. “I mean, she is so naïve.”
What a bunch of bitches. I was sitting right there.
“I don’t,” Becca scoffed. “She probably seduced him. You should have seen her this morning. Practically all over my boyfriend.”
“Really?” Emily gasped.
“Oh my gosh, she’s got a thing for Derek?” Sara asked.
“It sure seemed like it this morning,” Becca said. “She acts like a total slut.”
I reddened. This time, it wasn’t embarrassment. I felt my insides warm up, and my fists involuntarily ball up.
“I thought she and Derek were really good friends,” Emily said.
“Not anymore,” Becca said. “He’s taken, now, so she needs to get over that.”
That was it. I wasn’t listening to this anymore. I stood up, whirled around and found the three of them staring at me. Becca was smirking. I wasn’t sure when I’d made her into my enemy, but for the first time in my life, I felt a hard-to-fight urge to slap the shit out of someone.
I yanked my book bag over my shoulder for the second time, and slammed my hand on their desk with this newfound courage I didn’t know I had. “Fuck all of you.”
Then I turned, and stormed out of the library, having no idea where to go and not get run out of next.
A/N: I’m just as surprised as everyone else that I uploaded this quickly :p I know my last chapter was sort of uneventful, so I hope I made up for it with this one. As always, tell me what you think and thank you for reading!!! :)
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