Something about the anticipation of summer vacation made me hyper and unable to follow anything my friend was telling me as we walking down the crowded hallway.
Teens were spread across the corridor, taking stuff from their locker, chatting with friends. It was only a week away from the last day of school and no one seemed to even want to leave. As for me? I did as well. Especially since I already knew that I’d barely be keeping contact with any of my friends until school starts again, that’s what always happens.
“Are you even listening to me?!” Jackie asked her face red from acne.
Turning my head, I responded. “Yeah,”
“Well, I hope so…” she sighed.
We were walking down the white stairs which was crowded with teenagers as well. There were couples eating each other or people saying their goodbye’s.
Even the walls were covered with white, no color in the school except for maybe some blue here and there.
“Mitchie, remember when you told me who your crush is?”
That’s the only thing she said that actually caught onto my ear.
“What? I never said anything.” I replied.
As we neared the stair case leading toward the back entrance, people started to gather, following down the same steps as us. It was getting a lot more crowded than before. The stench of sweaty gym socks flew around the stair well. All I heard was the thump of shoes hitting the steps and a constant ruckus of hormonal teenagers like me.
Jackie turned her face so she could look me dead in the eyes. That not only sent a shiver down my spinal cord, but a fright as well.
When we first became friends, I was cool with her. I was new to this school and they were not so she just seemed okay and trustworthy. Now after three months of this suffering I realized she was never like what she seemed. She tried to ruin friendships that I’ve created with others because I was only “her friend”. She tried to make my life a living hell if I didn’t obey her every word. I never did obey her but she still stuck around.
Why, you ask? Why am I still friends with her? Because I’m not really friends with her. It’s me pretending to be. It’s better to keep your enemies closer than you keep your friends, so that’s exactly what I did.
“Yes, Mitchie. Remember Colin? Huh?” she replied, her spit flying through the air.
Not this again.
I was hoping she wouldn’t remind me of this incident. It caused some regret. I just couldn’t understand why she would bring this back.
One day she and I were walking home and she went on gushing about her crush. At last after ten whole minutes she stopped talking. I was relieved but then she asked me who my crush is, expecting me to gush about him now. I obviously said, “I don’t have one,” but she’s been asking me for days. She’s asked me five times that day so I got a bit annoyed. After all these times I think I had the right to get angry.
So after the last time she asked I said a name. A name I would forever regret to even mention. Colin’s name. I just got sick of all the rant and decided to say one of my friend’s names and he wasn’t even a close friend for that. So it was a mistake, but I can’t regret anything in life like my father says. That name was said by complete accident. I swear.
She confused him with a different Colin and I told her that he was a different one. So she didn’t know which one I was talking about because she didn’t know him in the first place.