since I had World History for fifth period. I slid into my seat with a few minutes to spare and pulled out my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed any calls or messages.
“I don’t know I was thinking making it an all white party,” I heard Lacey say to one of her followers in the back of the room. “That way, I can wear the killer red dress I got over Thanksgiving break in New York.”
“What do you mean all white?” Mindy asked.
“I mean the guests will wear all-white,” Lacey said, making it clear she thought Mindy’s comment was ignorant.
“Oh,” Mindy said, still sounding confused.
“OMG, just wear all white or don’t dare show up,” Lacey snipped, clearly aggravated.
I kept my back to their exchange, but grimaced at Lacey’s condescending tone. I had been on the sharp end of her tongue a few times over the years and felt pity for Mindy. Unless she stood up to Lacey like I had a few years back, Lacey would only get crueler.
“But I am invited, right?” Mindy asked nervously.
“YES, unless you keep saying stupid stuff that pisses me off,” Lacey said.
I shook my head slightly to myself. It was hard to remember why I ever thought she was cool to hang with. I must have been mentally challenged at the time.
“Of course, not everyone will be invited. Certain losers will miss out on the party of the year,” she added, making her point clear.
I fought the temptation to turn around and tell her I’d rather sit through an all-day class with Mr. Mathews' than attend a party of hers, but I held my tongue.
“You’re sooo lucky. I wish my parents' would let me throw a winter party at the Heathrow Country Club,” Carrie said wistfully, sitting on the other side of Lacey.
“Don’t be a dumbass. If they threw you a party then it would interfere with mine,” Lacey said meanly.
“Oh, I meant on a different night,” Carrie said apologetically, trying to explain.
Lacey’s response was cut off when Mr. Lewis entered the room.
“We'll be watching a film on the English Civil War, or you may have heard of it referred to as the English Revolution. I would advise you to take extensive notes since I will be handing out a thirty question quiz at the conclusion of the film,” he said sternly, eyeing Lacey and her cronies as they continued to whisper in the back row.
“Ms. Harris, do I need to switch your seat?” he asked Lacey.
“Um, no, sir. Mindy was just asking me for a pencil since she didn’t come to class prepared,” Lacey said sweetly, ignoring Mindy’s gasp of dismay at being thrown under the bus.
“Whatever the reason, please refrain from talking,” he said as he lowered the screen from the ceiling and turned on the overhead projector.
Ignoring the trio in back, I spent the class period scribbling notes from the film and then taking the quiz which proved to be relatively easy.
I managed to keep any thoughts of detention at bay throughout the majority of the day, but as seventh hour drew to a close, my apprehension from this morning began to creep in. Now that we had hashed things out, would Maddon ignore me, moving on with his life, or would he still want to talk? I tried to reason with myself that it shouldn’t matter either way. Why should I care what he did? Our lives were completely different, yet for some undefined reason, I did care.
Once again, I was the first person to reach the auditorium. I sat in the back row again, waiting anxiously as a few students straggled in. Maddon arrived a few minutes later. I watched from my vantage point as he scanned the dim space, obviously searching for something. After a moment, his eyes finally found mine. He shot me a tentative smile before heading down the row directly in front of me.
“Hey,” he said, turning sideways in his seat so he could see me.
“Hey,” I said, feeling a sudden shyness around him that I normally didn’t feel with guys.
“So, how many more days of jail do you have left?” he asked.
“Until Friday,”
“I don’t know I was thinking making it an all white party,” I heard Lacey say to one of her followers in the back of the room. “That way, I can wear the killer red dress I got over Thanksgiving break in New York.”
“What do you mean all white?” Mindy asked.
“I mean the guests will wear all-white,” Lacey said, making it clear she thought Mindy’s comment was ignorant.
“Oh,” Mindy said, still sounding confused.
“OMG, just wear all white or don’t dare show up,” Lacey snipped, clearly aggravated.
I kept my back to their exchange, but grimaced at Lacey’s condescending tone. I had been on the sharp end of her tongue a few times over the years and felt pity for Mindy. Unless she stood up to Lacey like I had a few years back, Lacey would only get crueler.
“But I am invited, right?” Mindy asked nervously.
“YES, unless you keep saying stupid stuff that pisses me off,” Lacey said.
I shook my head slightly to myself. It was hard to remember why I ever thought she was cool to hang with. I must have been mentally challenged at the time.
“Of course, not everyone will be invited. Certain losers will miss out on the party of the year,” she added, making her point clear.
I fought the temptation to turn around and tell her I’d rather sit through an all-day class with Mr. Mathews' than attend a party of hers, but I held my tongue.
“You’re sooo lucky. I wish my parents' would let me throw a winter party at the Heathrow Country Club,” Carrie said wistfully, sitting on the other side of Lacey.
“Don’t be a dumbass. If they threw you a party then it would interfere with mine,” Lacey said meanly.
“Oh, I meant on a different night,” Carrie said apologetically, trying to explain.
Lacey’s response was cut off when Mr. Lewis entered the room.
“We'll be watching a film on the English Civil War, or you may have heard of it referred to as the English Revolution. I would advise you to take extensive notes since I will be handing out a thirty question quiz at the conclusion of the film,” he said sternly, eyeing Lacey and her cronies as they continued to whisper in the back row.
“Ms. Harris, do I need to switch your seat?” he asked Lacey.
“Um, no, sir. Mindy was just asking me for a pencil since she didn’t come to class prepared,” Lacey said sweetly, ignoring Mindy’s gasp of dismay at being thrown under the bus.
“Whatever the reason, please refrain from talking,” he said as he lowered the screen from the ceiling and turned on the overhead projector.
Ignoring the trio in back, I spent the class period scribbling notes from the film and then taking the quiz which proved to be relatively easy.
I managed to keep any thoughts of detention at bay throughout the majority of the day, but as seventh hour drew to a close, my apprehension from this morning began to creep in. Now that we had hashed things out, would Maddon ignore me, moving on with his life, or would he still want to talk? I tried to reason with myself that it shouldn’t matter either way. Why should I care what he did? Our lives were completely different, yet for some undefined reason, I did care.
Once again, I was the first person to reach the auditorium. I sat in the back row again, waiting anxiously as a few students straggled in. Maddon arrived a few minutes later. I watched from my vantage point as he scanned the dim space, obviously searching for something. After a moment, his eyes finally found mine. He shot me a tentative smile before heading down the row directly in front of me.
“Hey,” he said, turning sideways in his seat so he could see me.
“Hey,” I said, feeling a sudden shyness around him that I normally didn’t feel with guys.
“So, how many more days of jail do you have left?” he asked.
“Until Friday,”
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