I talk to her. I know she can't hear me, I know she isn't even exactly down there, and I like to think of her soul dancing somewhere like she used to do, with the stars or in heaven. I talk to her anyway, as if she can hear me.
I tell her about my first detention, I tell her how many things are different without her around, but I definitely do not tell her about Jen and Jax. I don't even mention Jax. There are fresh flowers near the headstone, other than the live ones, and I wonder who they are from.
Does Jax even come here?
And tell her what?
Hey I'm now dating your other best friend?
Or cry and ask that she forgives him?
I stay for a while, throwing glances to the mass of black on the other side, watching so I’ll see when it's time to leave so that my parents won't miss me.
I tell her about Jude.
"You would have made fun of me, right? And teased me about how I now have the hottest guy in school talking to me. And
Trey took a photo of an unsuspecting me, standing beside Dad's car after we got to the church, then posted it on Facebook and Instagram and tagged me on it.This is his way of getting back at me, because I was in a dress and he knew I would hate it if he put it anywhere public. I don't wear dresses unless I feel really really...really obliged to do so, which has happened like thrice since I dumped them when I was somewhere in lower primary school or some time a long ago like that, and I have never once gone to school in one, which explains why my phone is currently blowing up with notifications.I threatened to untag myself, he shrugged and said he would just tag a lot of his friends on it.I thought brothers were supposed to hide their precious sisters from the prowling perverted creatures known as teenage boys?I'm lying on Trey's bed right now, shooting him glares as he sits on the floor against his door because he knows what's best for him and i
I love P.E because it’s a chance to spend actual school time outside the class. That doesn’t mean I like it one bit when the teacher goes all out on us like we are some professional team in training. I’m pretty unfit for a girl my size, I rarely get through one lap around the field without huffing like a broken train.It is the last class on Monday, and I walk out of the girl’s locker room and trudge behind some other classmates towards the field. I have on school issue sports shorts that has the school’s initials right across my ass.We come to the massive field that includes a football pitch, a track, and an outside seriously dilapidated basketball court which is no longer used. There’s a new one in the school gym.The teacher is already lauding the students up and I walk over to the small group, hoping he won’t tell us to go laps.“Four around
“I give you the choice of getting anything, anything, and you ask for a cup of chocolate? I didn’t even offer you any candy today!”I laugh at Jude’s rant, wrapping my hands around my hot mug of heaven.His blue eyes stay stuck on me. “Seriously, Jo. You don’t want some snack?”“Chill, Jude. Maybe someday I’ll take up your offer, not today,” I say and glance out of the café’s windows. It’s getting late. “When I have the time to devour it all,” I add with a wink.He sighs and leans back in his seat. He has a bowl of ice cream in front of him… This guy and his sweet tooth. He drums his fingers on the table, then shifts his gaze to look around the establishment. I cast another gaze outside. I don’t know what possessed me to allow him to take me out to town, away from school and further away from
I should have known the dramatic part of my Monday — turned out to be an interesting day, didn’t it — was far from over because when I get home, I walk into a heated argument between Trey and Maria. It’s not the usual tiff about who used whose what or got in whose way.“Don’t be rude to her!” Trey is saying as I tiptoe to the kitchen doorway and stand there like a ghost, unseen and unheard.“Don’t tell me what to do, it’s none of your business,” Maria says from her spot near the fridge. She’s clutching a diet coke in her hand, glaring daggers at Trey.“You’re just jealous, can you get over it?” Trey snaps.“Jealous? Oh please. You’re just frustrated that she doesn’t like you back, don’t drag me into your crap,” she snaps back.Sounds interesting…
"Can you turn around and walk like a normal person?” I ask my good but spontaneous friend Nicki. I don’t know what makes her think walking backwards in a crowded hallway is a wise idea. It’s not. She ignores my suggestion and swirls the brush in her hand on the pallet she’s carrying. “Were there any hot guys there?” “I was busy crapping myself over Math, does it seem like my eyes had the chance to slut around?” I deadpan. She points at me with the brush, and I watch in horror as blue paint splatters over my white shirt. “You, my dear friend, are no fun,” she declares. “What the fuck, Nicole?” I wail, looking down at my shirt. No. Please no. It has blue dots all over it, and a particularly large misshapen one right on my chest. Her eyes widen in realization of what
“Scoot, the rest of us want to sit too.”I look at Nicki but keep my mouth shut. Nothing is going to ruin my mood today, as I’m having the time of my week.The past week has been extremely boring, with no excitement to speak of in my life. It has gone back to its old routine of school and three friends and nosy siblings, two of them who are not talking to each other. I think very soon I might be saying four friends, because in the course of the past week Simon has been dragging Isaac with him everywhere. Not complaining or anything, he’s pretty cool and there’s a lot of space for improvement in my friendship department. Cole has been saying hi every time we cross paths, but I’m not going to put him on my possible friend list…yet. I still haven’t been able to gather up enough courage to ask him why Jude hasn’t been to school for seven days now, so I think I’m still a l
Blue House wins. Right now the entire place is full of celebratory blues, while the other students quietly file out of the gate towards the tuition area. Nicki has crossed over to the other side of me, and is now jumping with Simon, screaming a cheer song at the top of their lungs. Those two would be perfect together. The award ceremony is over, and there’s nothing else to watch or do, plus we have been allowed to leave school early today. I poke Nicki in her side. “I want to go,” I tell her, but I don’t think she hears me, so I scream, “I WANT TO GO!” It’s not much of a scream in the midst of the loud diss song the blue crowd is directing towards the Red house who have come second. The Reds who trailed us by a mere four points are not taking any of it lightly. These kids are crazy, and the faster I get out of here, the better. “WAIT!” she screams back. I sigh. This is her type of thing, so I decide not to be a party pooper and leave. “I’LL JUST GO, SEE YOU TOMORROW!” “COOL, OKA
“John?”That’s what Jude exclaims when we run into my dad in the living room, on our way to the kitchen where mum ought to be.My eyes widen as I look between the two, but mostly at Jude, to make sure he hasn’t grown a second head. It’s not everyday I hear someone call my dad so casually by his first name, and most absolutely not anybody my age.All I see on Jude’s face is an expression of surprise, as if he hadn’t expected to see my dad here, so I look back at my dad.He doesn’t look pissed that some teenage boy is being disrespectful towards him. Instead, he steps forward, a grin and a frown both on his face at the same time. He slaps Jude on the shoulder, in a friendly manner, twice.Like two old friends.“Jude! What a surprise, boy. I haven’t seen you in forever.”