“Dude.” Cody nodded, slapping my back and winking as we walked into history class. Shit! He thought this was all part of a stupid prank! What if Mickey found out! My heart raced as I took my seat and sat down. What if she heard, it would all be over just because I wanted to impress the guys and be popular. I was such a poser.
Michaela
What the hell had just happened? My body was still electrified from the kiss, why did I kiss him back and why did I like it so much? No, more important question, why did I want to kiss him again and again and again! He broke my heart, I couldn’t like him, he’s a poser and an ass. A big one at both. It felt so weird to have him walk me to my locker. Speak, I can do it. I tried but the words never came out of my mouth. I was too afraid I’d say something stupid like forgiving him, because that was something I wasn’t ready to do. James left me once we got to my locker and it was much easier for me to think with him not around, confusing me and toying with my emotions, not to mention my heart. Cody was smiling at me all the way through math, chuckling every now and then. He was really pissing me off. I tried to ignore him or even just glare at him and get him to stop but nothing worked. He walked next to me as I headed back to my locker and whispered sucker. What the heck was his problem? Emily practically tackled me the second I got into Science.
“Em, calm down,” I said, stepping back.
“Is it true? James professed his undying and unconditional love for you to the whole class and then kissed you passionately?” she asked ecstatic. Well yeah, but not that melodramatically. I shook my head, thinking about the kiss was bad enough. Talking about it would make me run out of class to find James and make him kiss me all over again. I felt my face flush at the thought.
“No talk of James,” I insisted. She giggled but agreed.
“What was it like?” she asked dreamily.
“Annoying, now stop,” I lied and was never more grateful to see a teacher. Mrs. Storppe came in and started class right away. Em gave me one last curious and skeptical look before she walked to her desk. Derek, Em, and Tara were all waiting at my locker when I went to get my lunch for detention. Em and Tara with looks of glee and curiosity but Derek just look pissed, seriously pissed.
“Hey,” I said, opening my locker.
“Where are you going?” Tara asked, as I took out my lunch and a book I took out from the library.
“Detention,” I told them, feeling nervous. They all stared.
“You got detention!” Em laughed.
“James. Yeah, first time for everything.” I shrugged; flustered.
“He’s bad news you should stay away,” Derek said possessively. I nodded and left them to go to my detention. I liked it when James was protective but I didn’t like possessive Derek, it was weird. I should like Derek but I felt no chemistry at all, only as a friend, nothing more. Weird. James came in the detention room after me and sat at the desk right beside me. No one else was in detention, we were alone. Mrs. Becker walked in, her big heels clacking against the tiled floor.
“I’ll be back, I’m just going to get some lunch,” she said, a small smile on her round face. Neither James nor I spoke for the first five minutes. Finally, he spoke.
“I’m sorry. Really, you don’t know how sorry I am and for how long,” he confessed, looking straight into my soul with his dark hazel eyes.
“And you don’t know how much you hurt me,” I said back softly. I remembered his words clear as crystal.
“I know Michaela,” he said quietly. I didn’t understand.
“Why?” I asked feeling angry that he left me for them and all of his hurtful words that ran on in my head:
“Because we’re not friends,” he had said, hurting me for the first time and the blows didn’t stop there. “We were never friends,” his words were cold and burned me. I stood there open mouthed, while Gert and the others all watched snickering.
“That’s not true. Why are you lying?” I asked scared.
“I’m not lying. You’re not my friend and you never were. I only pretended to be for my parents because they pitied you; the poor little girl who lost her mommy and daddy. Who no one wants and is just a burden. Your own father is never even there for you. You are bossy, annoying, fat, ugly and I’ve had enough of you. I hate you. Just leave me alone. I’ve heard enough of your whining and complaining about everything, it’s so fucking annoying! And all of your self-pity, my mom and dad are dead, my life sucks, boohoo. Just shut up, no one cares or wants to hear.” I began to cry; big awful hiccups as wet drops flooded my shirt. “Come on guys, let’s go, before her fat mouth starts saying anything else self-pitying about having no friends,” he
