Chapter 3
I got to school with no lingering thoughts of my mother as my hard face appeared and didn't leave. I got out of my car walking to my locker, getting my book and then heading to English Lit. I took another route to the room just to make sure that I wouldn't cross paths with Lucas. When I got there, I sat down in my seat and was quiet until class started.
I was paying more attention in this class than I was yesterday but that didn't make Hamlet any less boring. The bell finally rang and I left the classroom going to my locker to get my things for Trig. I wasn't looking forward to seeing my quiz grade knowing that I didn't even get to some questions. When I walked in the classroom there were already so students there and they had their quizzes in front of there.
None of their faces appeared to be very pleased which just make me even less thrilled to see what I made. Deciding I couldn't postpone the inevitable anymore, I went up to Mr. Edwards desk and got my paper. Without looking at it, I went to my seat and sat down. Slowly looking at the last ones first, I saw that I got most of them right. I wasn't going to argue with an 87%.
Hmmm, maybe I know more that I think. I guess that I was one of the few who did satisfactory since Mr. Edwards exhausted the whole period on this quiz. We went over the whole thing while Mr. Edwards added his comments here and there about what we should have done and how our grades were disappointing. I rolled my eyes a little when he started scolding us.
He had to have thought that since the majority of the class didn't do well, he was at least a little bit responsible. He finished going over the quiz when there were fifteen minutes left of class and then said "I have decided that since we have done so poorly, to prepare for our next test, we will do a project."
There were collective groans throughout the room. I had to hold in one myself because I don't particularly like projects either. I zoned out when he was explaining what this project was going to be about until he said "... lucky for you this project is going to be in pairs." I jerked up even more dissatisfied with this project.
As he started naming off people I closed my eyes wishing that I didn't get someone stupid of annoying. "Annabelle and Caitlyn." I let out a sigh of relief. I had worked with Caitlyn many times before. In a way, she was my escape goat. She had had many of my classes in my high school years and we had been partners on more than a couple of occasions.
She was one of those people who had a bunch of friends, but not really a best friend per se. She could go into the cafeteria and sit with a different group if she really wanted to. But because of this, she was up to date on most of the school gossip and knew a lot about everyone which is why I tried to keep my personal life and business from our conversations.
Caitlyn looked around and spotted me before I could move , she made her way over to me. "Hi, Annabelle!" she said a little bit too enthusiastic. I gave her a small smile as she launched into what we should do for the project. Since I really wasn't paying attention, I couldn't add to the conversation so I pretty much ignored it. Mr. Edwards was passing out a rubric for it so I wasn't particularly worried. A few minutes before it was time to go, she took the conversation somewhere else.
"Did you know that Ethan's having a party this weekend?" I gave her uninterested look as she kept on talking completely ignoring my reaction. "It's going to start at seven and I heard it's going to be the party of the year. There will be a bunch of alcohol, dancing, and sexy boys!" she said almost jumping in her seat way too excited. "Did I mention boys?" she asked going into a land of I'm assuming her sexy boys. "Yeah, sounds fun," I said sarcastically.
She narrowed her eyes at me and said "It will be fun because you're coming with me." Before I could protest, the bell rang and everyone exited the classroom. I tried to catch up with her and tell her that there was no way in hell I was coming to some stupid party but somehow, she disappeared. I huffed my way to my locker knowing that if I didn't get a move on; I would be late for Government.
Not that that would be entirely bad considering I don't know if Lucas decided to show his face or not. As I was walking towards class, I tried to figure out why I was letting him occupy my mind like this. He hadn't really done anything special and if it was any other person I probably would have just ignored them never to be thought of again.
But with Lucas it's like I can't decide between wanting to pound his face in and wanting to know what his story was. Something I've learned in my high school years was that everyone has a story. The struggles, the heartaches, and even the accomplishments shape people into the way they are. And I know there has to have been something that happened to Lucas to make him the way that he is.
By the time I stepped into class, I concluded that since I had no life, anyone I come into contact with would interest me. I sat down quickly not wanting to look around the room to see if Lucas decided to show up. Ms. James talked for a while about the White House as well as politics and I couldn't have been more uninterested.
Thankfully she ended a little early so we had the last twenty minutes to do whatever we wanted. Unfortunately, we couldn't leave the classroom but at least I wouldn't have to listen to her. I put my head down on my desk trying to get in a brief nap. But my as soon as I did, my brain ran wild with thoughts of Lucas. I tried shutting it up but curiosity was nagging at my insides and I soon I lifted my head up slowly with my head seemingly unable to stop itself from looking around the room for Lucas.
My eyes landed on him across the room in the back with his head resting on his desk like I originally was trying to. I snapped my head away almost giving me a whiplash and set my head back on my desk. Now that I know he is indeed here, what am I going to do? The answer came really quick; nothing. I was going to do nothing.
The fact that he was here didn't change anything in my life which didn't explain why I was so curious to be aware of his presence in the first place. Class ended and I left the room anxious to eat my lunch. I sat outside by my tree enjoying my food as well as the slight breeze that was cooling me off. I popped in my headphones and listened to the calming effects of Three Days Grace.
Much too soon lunch was over and I threw my trash out before continuing with my day. The rest of school was uneventful and I was thankfully to be out of the building. I didn't really having thing else to do so I went home. I spent the rest of the evening doing nothing. For the rest of the week, life went on unchangingly.
But every time I went to Trig, Caitlyn would insist that I go to the stupid party with her and wouldn't let me get a word in edge wise. I guess she would be the one who was going to be mad or disappointed when it came time for the party and I didn't come. Sucks for her I guess. It is now Friday and I am going to get food from Dot's when Caitlyn came up to me and said "I'll see you at Ethan's."
Before she heard a response she was off. I rolled my eyes going to my car and then driving to Dot's. After I finished my food, I went home and immersed myself into a book. I was so caught up in it that I didn't even notice that it was getting dark. My phone buzzed at 7:30 with Ethan's address and Caitlyn demanding to know where I was.
I ignored the text getting ready to continue reading my book when my phone started to ring. I sighed knowing that if I didn't deal with her now; she was going to bug me all night. I picked up the phone and answered slightly irritated "Hello." For a few seconds all I could hear was yelling in the background before Caitlyn asked "Where are you? The party has started!"
Her words were slightly slurred and I knew if that by the end of the hour, she would probably be completely wasted. "I'm not coming," I said simply trying to find a way to convince her that I wasn't coming nor did I want to come. "But that's all we talked about this week," she said sounding like she was pouting and I heard a scream n the background followed by drunken cackling.
"No," I said a little forcefully "you talked about this party all week. If you had given my time to say anything, I would have told you that I wasn't going to go." Before she could say anything else I heard it breaking up and then sound like it dropped. A few seconds later it went dead. I sighed throwing my phone on my bed and going back to my book.
I fished it by nine and went wandering around for a while before I realized that I had nothing to do. My mind flashed to the party for an unknown reason. The reason I didn't want to go in the first place was because of the immature teenagers attending who were sure to do something to get themselves caught of hurt during this ordeal.
But is that enough to make me not want to go even if there is free alcohol? I thought about that for a while and then thought back to the non-existent bottle of Jack Daniels that was in the cupboard. I guess my decision is made. I went to my room and changed into a red dress with fishnet stockings and black pumps. I put a little eyeliner on before grabbing my keys, phone and then leaving.
I scrolled down to Caitlyn's text and got to the party twenty minutes later. I could hear the music's loud beat a block before I got to the actual house. I would hate to be the neighbors. I parked kind of far away due to the lack of parking options. When I got to the house, the front door was open and the stinge of sweaty alcohol and beer engulfed me. I was starting to regret coming when my eyes landed on the beer.
I went straight to the table serving it and ignored the cups just grabbing a bottle. After downing it in less than a minute, I grabbed another one. When I was in the middle of drinking it, Caitlyn appeared with a guy behind whose name I think is Hank.
She said something but I couldn't tell what it was because her words were so slurred. I looked over at Hank who was looking at Caitlyn with adoring eyes. I decided that he wasn't sleazy and could take care of her and her future hang over. After finished my second beer I reached over for a third but as soon as I got the top off it was snatched away from me by none other than Lucas.
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