Laura came up to me at the end of gym class and asked,
“Are we doing anything this weekend?” Her voice was a little rough.
“No, I’m busy.” I lied. She looked sad at that. “But maybe Saturday night,” I told her which made her brown eyes twinkle with delight.
“Dude, I think Michaela is going out with Derek,” Cody gossiped in the locker room with us all listening in. They all loved gossip and to gossip. I wasn’t surprised by this but it did make me mad, furious.
“Really? She’s a stalker,” Neil said in disbelief. I felt bad for spreading that rumour.
“She is really pretty though, now that she’s thin and her skin is nice,” John said, being new to the in-crowd and still nice but that would change soon enough, they’d make him sell his soul.
“She has a good pair of jugs.” Brad grinned, I slapped him upside the head. “Dude,” he said upset. We may be enemies but still, I couldn’t tolerate that.
“You’re disgusting.” I didn’t know what else to say but I didn’t like them talking about her that way, not one bit, it made my blood boil.
“To me she’ll always be the fat girl,” Cody said. We all nodded in agreement. “Oh guys, here’s the list of stuff we have to do before we graduate,” Cody said giving us each one and keeping one for himself. “All the guys have them already.” He announced, talking about the other popular or considered cool guys. I started to read the list: get hammered, something illegal, cheat on a girl, have sex, party hard, flirt with a loser and last, break her heart. Wow, this list was written by a loser, for a bunch of losers! It was so lame.
“Well I’ve almost finished the list already.” I chuckled, feeling like the biggest loser here. Cody looked up and laughed at that,
“Yeah, you did,” he agreed, smirking.
“Getting hammered, partying too hard, arrested…” I named off a few.
“Yeah, not to mention sex, you got a lot of that with Ali, right? And flirting with a loser like Michaela!” Neil concluded.
“Ali would beg me, she was always trying to get in my pants,” I told them rolling my eyes.
“Was she any good?” Neil asked practically drooling.
“Not even with all the experience.” I chuckled and lied, they all enjoyed that and laughed along.
“Looks like all you have to do is break a heart.” Cody laughed.
I walked behind Michaela all the way home and admired the shape of her round sculpted ass and how it swayed naturally with each step. There wasn’t too much of a sway, like most of the girls at school did, trying too hard. But then again, she never was like most girls, she was different, special, she was my kind of girl, as unique as her gorgeous multicolored eyes. Mickey looked back at me once and then continued to walk faster, making her hips sway more, I enjoyed the sight and quickened my pace to keep up with her. Like always, I had trouble keeping up with her, even from a distance. I ignored June all day and refused to even look at her during dinner. At eight o’clock, there was no avoiding her, she burst into my room when I was lying on my bed, like I did whenever I needed time to think.
“James, I am ending this now,” she said angry and unrightfully so. “You have no right to be angry at me. If I did anything it was save your life and your idiotic friends too! Plus, I got you the best verdict that you could get!” She defended, trying to make herself feel better about what she’d done and justified.
“You called them. Nothing would have happened and you lied about it.” She wasn’t getting off the hook that easy. Maybe she’d been right in calling the cops but lying to me by letting me think Mickey had done it, that was unfathomably wrong.
She sighed and then said truthfully, “You were a better person when you were friends with Mickey. I used to be proud of you, now all I am is ashamed. You’ve hurt everyone you’ve ever cared about; mom, dad, me, your friends but most importantly, Mickey. Do you think your new so-called friends, would ever have held your hand at Gramp’s funeral, or bake you cookies when you got sick or tutor you in Spanish, even though they’re not taking it? Or even just like you for you, not your clothes, not your looks, just you? No, and that is the truth James. They don’t like you or even the person you pretend to be. How did you ever become so shallow?” she asked coldly and left slamming the door behind her. Tears dropped down my face, even though I fought them. Did she think I didn’t know all of this? That I didn’t regret it all? Did she actually think I was happy? Because if she did, I was a better actor than I gave myself credit for. I’d been depressed since the day I listened to Gert, Tiffany, and all of them. The day I lost a part of myself and my heart. The day the world lost its beauty and the day I lost my best friend. But it was too late to do anything now, like Mickey always would say; what’s done is done, no matter how hard we wish or how much we want to change something or take it back, we can’t, we just have to learn how to move on. Every night, I think of Mickey and I, and the things we did together and how happy I was then and when I dream, I dream of ways I can make it better. But the reality is, I
