Aftershocks

Aftershocks by Monica Alexander

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spirit,” he said, putting his hand on the doorknob.
    Connor opened the door for me and let me walk in front of him to the driveway. He pressed the button on his remote to unlock the doors to his rental car.
    “Get ready to have some fun,” he said, as I climbed into the car. I could tel he stil felt embarrassed.
    “Yeah, footbal rocks!” I said in mock excitement, trying to ease the tension. He laughed at me and shook his head. Mission accomplished.
    We were quiet for a few minutes, as I tried to figure out what else to say. I was grateful for the Bright Eyes album playing in the background. It gave me something to focus on other than the silence. As we were puling into the school parking lot, Connor finaly spoke up.
    “I told Alexis that we were going to the game together. I didn’t want her to be surprised when she saw us.”
    “How’d she take it?”
    “She wasn’t thriled with the idea, but I assured her we were just friends and she didn’t have anything to worry about. She was okay after that. She thought it was nice that I wouldn’t have to go alone.”
    I couldn’t tel if he was lying or not. I couldn’t imagine Alexis would be okay with us hanging out, but I wasn’t about to argue with him.
    “That’s good. I would hate to be the catalyst for a fight between you guys.”
    Yeah, in reality I might not hate that so much.

    “Nah, she’s fine,” he said, a little too casualy, and I wondered if they had gotten into an argument.
    Once we arrived at the game, we bought our tickets and found seats quickly. Connor made sure to wave to Alexis as we walked past the cheerleaders, so she would know he was there. She blew him a kiss and glared at me when he wasn’t paying attention. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t okay with me hanging out with her boyfriend. I smiled widely just to piss her off.
    So, I have to confess, the game was kind of confusing. Al I realy understood was when we scored. I stil just cheered with everyone else, but at least this time I knew that we’d scored six points at each touchdown, so I guess that was progress. I felt bad that I didn’t retain more knowledge, since Connor had spent so much time reviewing the game with me, but most of the time I had trouble just figuring out where the bal was. Halfway through the first half, I gave up and just cheered when everyone else cheered.
    At halftime Alexis made her way up to our seats to say hi while the band and dancers performed on the field. She sat on Connor’s lap, her back to me, and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. He seemed excited to see her. They talked for a few minutes, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying, since she was whispering in his ear. He was grinning at whatever she was saying. Every now and then he would say something back. I didn’t want to even try to guess what had him grinning that much, so I focused on the action on the field.
    After a few minutes of secret talk with Connor, Alexis directed her attention to me. “Abby, what do you think?” she asked, and I was honestly shocked that she was addressing me directly with a non-hostile comment. It was a monumental occasion, and I wondered how much Connor had to do with her change of attitude.
    I turned my head to face her. I knew she wanted to know what I had thought about the cheerleaders. I couldn’t tel her that I hadn’t looked at them once during the first half, so I just lied.
    “You guys were great,” I said, adding a little of fake enthusiasm to my tone which she seemed to buy.
    “Thanks! Are you coming to the party later?” she asked. “It’s at Rich’s house, so you know it wil be great.”
    Yeah, I really don’t want to be fake friends with you, but thanks so much for trying.
    “I don’t think so,” I said, as sweetly as I could through clenched teeth.
    “Oh, that’s too bad,” she said, and I could hear the fake disappointment in her tone. I knew she was only putting on a good show in front of Connor. She didn’t

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