Playing Matchmaker

chapter thirty three

"Looking like two clowns out for dinner - the usual."

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Emily going to school was a struggle. Her cast weighed a lot, mixed with the uncomfortable crutches and the stairs never seemed to end. Poor Emily was huffing and puffing by the time we even reached the front gate on her crutches, and I felt so bad.

Nate said that she should get a wheelchair, but Emily insists that she will look like an idiot with one. I think Nate only wanted to get it so that he could wheel her round at top speed and he and Tyler could take turns doing wheel stands in it.

He thinks I didn't know that, but I could see straight through his pleading eyes.

Nevertheless, we are both in Spanish class now and Emily is sleeping, much to Miss Gonzalez's demise. I can see the spiteful looks she keeps shooting Emily, but doesn't say anything because Emily looked like she was a zombie as we walked through the doors. I think Miss Gonzalez realised that letting her sleep is the only way to get off scotch free — otherwise Emily will probably go rank at her and start answering all the questions wrong just to piss her off.

I vaguely see Allie in the corner of my eye standing up in her seat, but I'm too busy finishing the worksheet to pay any more attention to her.

"Excuse me," her voice is loud and the whole class falls into silence.

"Allie, get down off your desk!" Miss Gonzalez snaps, making me lift my head to watch the scene unfold.

"No, I have something to say, I will be quick," she takes a deep breathe. I've never seen Allie so nervous before. I'm tempted to wake Emily up, but I really want to live for a few more years.

"As you all know," she coughs, "I'm known for going round. I have had way too many boyfriends to count, and I'm pretty disgusted in myself for that." She laughs emotionlessly.

My eyebrows raise, and I hear a few gasps from students.

"Yeah, surprise, surprise. So I thought that I would just clear this up for everyone. I've hurt way too many people, and trust me, I hate myself for that. People make mistakes though — right? I just happened to make huge ones. Ones that not only impacted me, but impacted the lives of others—"

"Get down now."

Shut up Miss Gonzalez, this is getting interesting.

"Okay," Allie nods, "One thing, though. I'm gay, and II'm sorry to all the guys who I have played for that, bye. Oh, and just so you all know, your opinions don't affect me, you should be happy that I'm finally accepting who I am."

I watch robotically as Allie gets down from the desk with a nervous smile on her face. Gay? I have nothing wrong with that, but why didn't she say anything sooner? She strung all those guys along, when all this time she bat for the other team.

I hear everyone gasping, and the snapping of pictures being taken. What idiots. Inconsiderate bastards. No wonder why people nowadays don't have the courage to speak up, it's because of low lives like them.

With a smile on my face, I start clapping for her. I know I should hate Allie after everything, but I can't help but not. Allie isn't a monster, she's human. She made mistakes, now she's trying to fix them.

People look at me weirdly, but I just keep clapping.

Allie looks at me with disbelief, but I just send her a smile.