a laughingstock by my own classmates agai n by going stag . Maddie had done a good enough job of that a few weeks ago.
Scowling as I made my way to my room, I carefully shut and locked the door. My parents were in the den, watching some show or another. I didn't know which one , nor did I care. I stripped myself down to my underwear, and climbed onto my bed. Flicker was purring there, and he gave me the most piteous meow as I crawled up next to him. He was such a sweet cat.
A thought occurred to me as I idly scratched him between his ears. What would happen to him when I left? Whether I went to college or Mr. Hendricks' house, I would have to leave him behind. I didn't like the thought. Just as Mr. Hendricks wanted to take care of my completely, I was the sole caretaker of Flicker. My parents tolerated him but didn't much care for him. I knew they wouldn't get rid of him when I left, but he wouldn't get the kind of care that I felt he deserved.
"Oh Flicker," I murmured, running my hand along his soft fur as I dragged my laptop towards myself. I needed to check Facebook and Twitter.
I rolled my eyes as I scrolled through the backlog of messages. It was mostly prom related. I had a couple of private messages as well. One was from Jess, lamenting my absence from their prom dress shopping. At least she didn't force me to go with her. She knew the whole prom thing was still a very fresh wo un d for me. I shot her reply, asking her to show me the dresses when we were at lunch on Monday. No sense in bringing the moods of those girls down with me.
There was another message as well. From Joey.
I practically growled when I saw that, but I checked it all the same. My curiosity was burning. Why did he suddenly care about me now? Was it because he couldn't get a date to the prom? Welcome to my world, buddy. Not that I particularly wanted a date.
The message read: Please, please Krys, give me another chance. I will do anything. Anything. Just please let me take you to prom. I'll make this right.
I rolled my eyes again, and then tapped out a hasty reply: Leave me the fuck alone, you bastard. Then I hit the send button. And then I contemplated blocking him.
But I didn't it. It was so strange. Even after all he put me through, the idea of blocking him seemed so petty, so childish. Besides, I had to admit I kind of like the attention, in my own immature way. It was nice to know that someone else was thinking about me, even if it was that bastard.
I scrolled through Facebook, and surfed the Internet in general for a few more hours. In truth, I was curious to see if Joey was about and if he would reply to me, but he didn’t.
Eventually I heard the heavy tread of footsteps on the stairs. My parents were going to bed, and that was a sign that it was pretty late. I glanced at my computer’s clock, and my suspicions were confirmed. Midnight .
I decided to turn in as well. There wasn’t much else to do, tonight, but dream of Mr. Hendricks.
Chapter 13
Monday came fast, far too fast. I was thrust into school once again, with a bunch of giggling high schoolers. I couldn’t help but feel aloof, above it all. I had something so much more important than these boys and girls.
Still, I sorely missed the idea of going to prom, and I briefly contemplated going, as my friends assailed me at the lunch room table. I knew this trend would continue all week.
“Did you see my dress?” Ash leaned forward, staring at me intently, because she knew I was the only person at the table to brag to. “It cost 300 dollars. Three. Hundred. Dollars. I can’t believe my parents let me get it!” She squealed and dropped back in her seat before pulling out her iPhone and brandishing at me. On the screen was a smear of satin fuchsia. Ash’s dress, I gathered. I plucked the phone out of her hand to examine the dress more closely.
Other than the
Scowling as I made my way to my room, I carefully shut and locked the door. My parents were in the den, watching some show or another. I didn't know which one , nor did I care. I stripped myself down to my underwear, and climbed onto my bed. Flicker was purring there, and he gave me the most piteous meow as I crawled up next to him. He was such a sweet cat.
A thought occurred to me as I idly scratched him between his ears. What would happen to him when I left? Whether I went to college or Mr. Hendricks' house, I would have to leave him behind. I didn't like the thought. Just as Mr. Hendricks wanted to take care of my completely, I was the sole caretaker of Flicker. My parents tolerated him but didn't much care for him. I knew they wouldn't get rid of him when I left, but he wouldn't get the kind of care that I felt he deserved.
"Oh Flicker," I murmured, running my hand along his soft fur as I dragged my laptop towards myself. I needed to check Facebook and Twitter.
I rolled my eyes as I scrolled through the backlog of messages. It was mostly prom related. I had a couple of private messages as well. One was from Jess, lamenting my absence from their prom dress shopping. At least she didn't force me to go with her. She knew the whole prom thing was still a very fresh wo un d for me. I shot her reply, asking her to show me the dresses when we were at lunch on Monday. No sense in bringing the moods of those girls down with me.
There was another message as well. From Joey.
I practically growled when I saw that, but I checked it all the same. My curiosity was burning. Why did he suddenly care about me now? Was it because he couldn't get a date to the prom? Welcome to my world, buddy. Not that I particularly wanted a date.
The message read: Please, please Krys, give me another chance. I will do anything. Anything. Just please let me take you to prom. I'll make this right.
I rolled my eyes again, and then tapped out a hasty reply: Leave me the fuck alone, you bastard. Then I hit the send button. And then I contemplated blocking him.
But I didn't it. It was so strange. Even after all he put me through, the idea of blocking him seemed so petty, so childish. Besides, I had to admit I kind of like the attention, in my own immature way. It was nice to know that someone else was thinking about me, even if it was that bastard.
I scrolled through Facebook, and surfed the Internet in general for a few more hours. In truth, I was curious to see if Joey was about and if he would reply to me, but he didn’t.
Eventually I heard the heavy tread of footsteps on the stairs. My parents were going to bed, and that was a sign that it was pretty late. I glanced at my computer’s clock, and my suspicions were confirmed. Midnight .
I decided to turn in as well. There wasn’t much else to do, tonight, but dream of Mr. Hendricks.
Chapter 13
Monday came fast, far too fast. I was thrust into school once again, with a bunch of giggling high schoolers. I couldn’t help but feel aloof, above it all. I had something so much more important than these boys and girls.
Still, I sorely missed the idea of going to prom, and I briefly contemplated going, as my friends assailed me at the lunch room table. I knew this trend would continue all week.
“Did you see my dress?” Ash leaned forward, staring at me intently, because she knew I was the only person at the table to brag to. “It cost 300 dollars. Three. Hundred. Dollars. I can’t believe my parents let me get it!” She squealed and dropped back in her seat before pulling out her iPhone and brandishing at me. On the screen was a smear of satin fuchsia. Ash’s dress, I gathered. I plucked the phone out of her hand to examine the dress more closely.
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