While they were talking, I just sat there pretending to pay attention. I tried to concentrate hard, but it was difficult to achieve that feat. Shaine and Bruce were sitting on one of the benches with Louise and Mia, respectively on their colums. They kissed fervently and I felt myself watching a live porn movie. Camila and Amanda were standing talking about maneuvers. They were Tiffany's cheerleaders and best friends. I sighed concentrating my mind on Aron. He was the son of my mother's best friend and we'd known each other since we were kids. He had black and straight hair that was always distributed to one of the sides, stretched with lots of gel. We started dating two years ago, when I was sixteen and we were finishing high school. It was during one of the events promoted by his mother at the country club that we exchanged our first kiss. He was a brilliant student, although I had the impression that Aron was studying just for fun.
- I think it's about time I switched places if I want some quiet. - I grumble already without patience.
My head hurt and the pain increased when they began to question the cock on my forehead. Thanks to Ryder, the speculations of his meeting at the door of that closet, were already running loose across the campus. They ask if I was going to the party at the Phi Iota Mu fraternity house that would be held that night. I say no. Because of my plans to graduate with praise, I even left the fun aside. I didn't participate in the parties and meetings promoted by the fraternities or by the friends of Aron. Even he had the custom of not going to the fraternal feasts to which he was invited. Apart from the events at the country club, Aron would just drop me off at home and then go to his apartment, from where he called wishing me good night. Aron also ran Dad's club, where I only went once. That night, I just stayed at the bar while Aron solved some urgent problem that had appeared. I hated the nightclub, which was a point for many members of high society, but it looked like a brothel with girls who looked more like prostitutes.
- You study too much, you know that? - observed Cammi.
- You hardly have any fun! - said Amanda. - You'll end up blinded by so much that you read.
I sigh before answering the remarks.
- I need to pass Sat or I won't get a scholarship.
That forehead was difficult and I had been preparing for a long time. It served as a qualification for Harvard and its points would join my high school grades, plus a nice letter of recommendations. The test would be applied in the year, so my record should be immaculate.
The girls engaged in a conversation about the sex life of one of the students that I had never heard of, while the boys commented on the game at the end of the semester. That was the cue to get me back to my book.
- Is it true that you delivered Ryder Taylor to Principal Keller? - Amanda suddenly asks, taking my attention away.
Amanda had already gone out with Ryder and was part of his brainless harem. I made a point of not raising my eyes from the book and answering that question, so I pretended not to listen.
- No, honey! - Mia took advantage of my silence to distill her poison. - I heard she was hanging on to Ryder and Mr. Keller arrived just in time to see them.
Sighing, I look at the two girls standing in front of the bench where I stretched my legs, as if I were in my bed. He hated those gossip that the people always increased and made them yield until they were forgotten.
- Honestly, I'd rather eat dirt than walk into that closet with that low-IQ idiot. - I answer quietly, without showing the anger I felt.
- Liar! - Amanda responded. - Every girl on campus would love to be in that closet with Ryder.
- Yeah, but I'm not all the girls. - I mean sarcastically. - Besides, in case you don't remember, I have a boyfriend.
- So what? - She questions.
- So I'm not a slut and I don't intend to become one. - I answer dry.
Amanda snarls closing her fists on the sides of her body and faces with coldness. My bump into that stupid troglodyte already gave way to gossip. Worst of all, they thought I was the one in that closet.
- Why do we put up with it yourself, huh? - Amanda asks in a harsh tone, bending down until her eyes are at the height of mine. - Ah! Yes! You're Aron's
