I couldn’t believe school was starting so soon. It felt like it had been two weeks since it had let out. Time really flies when you do nothing but binge-watch all of Once Upon a Time while eating nothing but ice cream and ramen. That’s an exaggeration, of course, but you get the picture.
I was counting down the days until I had to go back. It was only three at this point, and I was almost excited about it. I had my friend back, so nothing could go wrong. At least, if it did, I would have someone to cry about it to. That’s an important part of our friendship.
I would like to say that, in the three days before school started again, I prepared all of the supplies I would need and actually prepared. I didn’t actually do that.
Like any normal teenager, I binge-watched the entire first season of Stranger Things instead of doing anything productive. Hey, my newly acquired knowledge about the eighties might help me in American History. Probably not, but you never know.
The night before school started, Giah called me.
“Hey, dude, do you want to skip tomorrow?”
“Giah, it’s literally the first day. You know how I feel about first days.”
I had made it my personal mission to go to every first day of school since the fifth grade. First impressions are important, especially if the rest of your academic career depended on it. Plus, if you go to any day of school, you need to go to the first day. Everyone who’s ever been to public school knows that the first day of any grade is going over rules of the classroom and getting to know your teacher. Well, that’s dependent on the teacher actually being an understanding person and not assigning you homework the first day. That is cruel and unusual punishment and should be outlawed.
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I just don’t know if I want to go or not.” She sighed like she was nervous. She probably was.
“I’ll answer that for you in place of your future self: yes, you want to go.”
“I hate to break it to you,” I added, “but you need sleep before you go to school. If you take as long to get ready for school as you do for the movies, you’ll need to wake up at about 4:30.” I couldn’t finish my joke because I was laughing at my own joke. Blame it on the already-existing sleep deprivation from countless nights looking at a screen.
We both laughed for a while, and she finally hung up on me.
The next day at school, I met her in the parking lot wearing the floral shirt she had picked out the day we went shopping.
“Well, I’m here.” She smirked.
“Good. That’s great. I’m so proud of you for coming to school.”
She laughed, and then the bell rang.
This year was going to be okay.
At least, that’s what I thought until my math teacher assigned homework for the first day.
After Giah and I had made up, life was a lot better. I was happy, and I was excited for school to start again. I did end up giving her my things back, and it didn’t bother me that she had them. Everything seemed at peace.
We hung out the weekend before school started, and we went to see another movie.
“I know this is kind of dumb, considering that the movies are what we fought over in the first place, but I thought you would like this one,” Giah said as she drove to the theater.
She bought tickets for an action movie.
“You know me too well,” I giggled.
It was good to be with my best friend again.
The movie was pretty good, but I didn’t really pay much attention. There was a person behind me that talked during the entire movie, and it was annoying. I’m not exaggerating about the entire movie, either.
From the moment the first scene started, all I heard was “Oh, that’s lamer than I imagined,” and “I bet you fifty dollars that all of these girls are here for the hot guys in the movie.”
I was super angry as we were walking out of the theater.
“What happened? Did I do something?” Giah asked as we walked out of the theater.
“No, it was those two guys behind us. They were annoying throughout the entire movie, and I didn’t even pay attention to the movie because they were so annoying.”
She agreed with me, and we got in the car.
When we closed the door, there was a bang on the window. We both jumped.
“Hey, Jenny! Is that date thing off now? What’s George going to do? Oh, is that your friend you talked about?”
I recognized that voice. It was the guy behind me in the theater.
“My name is Giah, first of all, and no, the date is off. This is my friend, and George can just do whatever he wants now, I guess.”
He shrugged and left the window.
“Was that the guy you were going to set me up with?” I asked through a grimace.
“No,” she assured me, “That’s the guy that found my phone. He said that if I set him and his friend up on a date, he would give me my phone back. Otherwise, he was going to keep it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Couldn’t you have just told the police or something? That would have been stealing.”
“He’s kind of cute, so I just thought I’d give him a chance. His friend George works here, and he’s a nerd, so I thought he would be perfect for you.”
We pulled out of the parking lot with me shaking my head and her laughing.
On my way to Giah’s house, I kept promising myself I wouldn’t cry. Not that I thought I would, but I just wanted to be sure that I wouldn’t make a fool out of myself. I was going there to apologize, not necessarily to be best friends again.
Who am I kidding, I was going there to beg for my best friend back.
I finally built up the courage to knock on her door. I started sobbing as soon as she opened it.
She started tearing up a little.
“I want your stuff back. I want the stuff you asked for the last time you were here.”
She just smiled, and then we hugged and cried for a little while.
I had completely blown everything out of proportion in my momentary anger. I had messed up how we met. I had made Giah out to be a terrible person when, in fact, my insults were just as bad as hers. She was just trying to help me.
“Oh, dude,” I sniffled, “I really missed you. I’m so sorry. Oh man, do I feel stupid right now.”
She apologized, too. She wasn’t lying, I could tell. In that instant, I marveled at my uncanny ability to read other people. I could be a great police interrogator if I wanted to.
Then, from out of nowhere, her mom came into the doorframe.
“Are you two back together?” She sounded moderately annoyed.
“Yes, mom,” Giah said.
Her mom put her hand to her head like she had a sudden headache.
“Hallelujah,” she kind of shouted, “I didn’t know how much more of this ‘I’m so lonely and I don’t know what to do, boo hoo’ - teen nonsense, I could take.”
We both laughed.
I agreed to meet with Cherish Parker that Saturday at a fast food place in town. It would be safe that way, and I had been craving fries for days.
I honestly didn’t know how I was going to talk to her. It had been forever since I had made a friend. Giah was the only one I’d had since I could remember. It still wasn’t too late to call her, right? I felt like I needed to, but my stubbornness got in the way. It runs in the family.
Anyways, I thought it was corny to look up “how to make a friend” on Google, so I didn’t. I didn’t know what to talk about. Did she like animals? What if she hated dogs? What if she didn’t agree with anything I said? All of these questions were going through my mind when my phone rang.
It was Cherish, my new best friend.
“Hey, I’m going to have to change our plans Saturday.” She didn’t sound the least bit sad.
I could hear her trying to think of an excuse.
“Well,” she mumbled, “I have to go with my mom on Saturday to the dentist. We only have one car, so I either go where the car goes, or I babysit my three younger siblings.”
“Well, I could pick you up.” I instantly regretted that statement.
“No, you don’t have to do that.” Phew, that was too close.
We small talked for a few more minutes, and then I did the unthinkable. I called Giah.
When she answered, she didn’t sound mad.
In fact, the first thing I heard from her was “I knew it.”
I honestly thought that I would have fun on my own. I had wifi, I had a second charger, and all of the Goldfish crackers that I could possibly want. It was my own personal heaven.
Somehow, though, I was still really depressed. I didn’t have anyone to call or text. I didn’t have anyone to rant to about how all of this made me feel. I didn’t have anyone but my parents. As a teenager, though, I wasn’t going to talk to them.
I suddenly realized that school was starting soon. Why hadn’t I gotten my life together during the summer? I told myself that I was going to get tan and go running, but, here I was, another year of being pale and watching Netflix all summer. It’s not entirely my fault, though; I had to catch up on Dr. Who.
I had no idea what I was going to do at school without my best friend. I didn’t have many other people that I tolerated, especially in my grade.
Sure, I could be alone at school, but I really didn’t want to. I mean, it would be okay for a little bit, but what about at lunch? I wouldn’t have anyone to sit with. What about my classes? I wouldn’t want to talk to anyone.
I knew the only reasonable solution. I was going to have to make an entirely new set of friends by the time school started.
I searched every social media I could think of to find a phone number. The person had to be tolerable, so I narrowed the list down pretty quickly. One of them had to have their phone number on some account, right?
I finally found something worth all of my time on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. A girl that I had English with the previous year had her phone number in her Instagram bio.
After a little while of contemplation, I made the call. I was kind of hoping she would answer, but, of course (since nothing can go my way), she picked up the phone in record time.
I didn’t answer any of Giah’s texts or calls. She kept saying that she was sorry, but I didn’t want to hear it. She needed to do something big to get my attention and prove that she wanted my friendship back.
Now, it wasn’t just about the fight we had about the date. It was everything that had lead up to that point. She was going to have to apologize for all of that, and then there’s a slight chance I might forgive her. At least, that’s what my head was telling me.
My heart was telling me to go back, to forgive her for all of this, and just go back to being our normal selves. But somehow even my heart knew that I wasn’t going to do that.
You know how I said that I wished that I had listened to my mother? Yeah, I totally do.
Instead of waiting for Giah to apologize like any normal person would have done, I went to her to make her apologize. At seven thirty in the morning, I made my way to her house. I don’t usually get angry, but I straight up marched to her door and knocked furiously. In fact, my hand hurt a little afterward.
Giah came to the door instead of her mom. She actually looked relieved to see me. In that split second, I got even angrier at her than I already was. She didn’t have time to prepare herself for what I was about to say.
“I want my things. I want my phone charger that I left here, and I want my sweatpants that I gave you, and I want my Fall Out Boy CD. I want all of them because I’m not coming back.”
She looked like she was about to cry, and I knew that it was real. After all, she was - no, had been - my best friend for years.
I tried my best angry stare into her soul. She actually started to tear up a little.
“Okay. Good riddance.”
I got all of my things back.
It was a few days before I even thought about the fight again. I couldn’t remember what made her so angry at me. I couldn’t remember what made me so angry at her. All I remembered was that I was lonely and that I was not going to talk to Giah anytime soon.
My mom tried to help, but, being a teenager, I didn’t take any of her advice. I wasn’t going to be the one to apologize. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I just stated what I had told Giah a thousand times before, and she had gotten mad at me.
I started to wonder why I had even been her friend in the first place. We met at school, which isn’t anything spectacular. To be honest, I didn’t know why I hadn’t hated her when I met her.
It was the first day of freshman year, and Giah knocked into me in the hallway. That isn’t really a problem, but I carried my books around in my arms. If you’ve watched any teen movie about high school, you probably know that my books fell out of my arms and slid across the floor. Giah didn’t even come back and help me. In fact, nobody did. I was late for class because some boys decided it would be funny to kick the books around when they were in my reach.
No, I was late because of her.
If she hadn’t have hit me so hard, my books would not have fallen. If my books hadn't fallen, nobody could have kicked them around. If nobody kicked my books around, I wouldn’t have been late.
Somehow, though, I forgave her and we were friends from then on. Sure she had said mean things, but they were just jokes. At least I had laughed at them like they were jokes.
Now that I was reviewing Giah’s friendship with me, I had some serious doubts. She always seemed like she meant the insults, even though she laughed afterward; this could be acting, but I knew Giah was a terrible liar. The insults also sounded worse the more I thought about them.
I’ve always been very close with my mother, so I told her all of this. She said to wait a few days before I did anything stupid.
I wish I had listened.
Eventually, I put on the clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. Giah just stood there, looking half-pleased and half-angry.
“You look amazing, but, we’re almost late for the movie.”
I grimaced and started walking forward.
“Giah, you really shouldn’t have done this. Don’t get me wrong, I mean I do appreciate the clothes and all of this, but when have you taken such an intense interest in my love life all of the sudden?”
She sighed and looked down at her shoes. That was usually a sign that one of us would cry. She always thought very deeply when she looked down, and what came out of her mouth really reflected it. Well, at least it did most of the time.
“I just think you deserve the best. You say you don’t care that I have a boyfriend sometimes and you don’t ever, but, come on, you can’t fool me. I might seem a little crazy, but I just really want my best friend to be happy, too.”
I don’t know why that came out of her mouth. I had told her for months that I was completely okay with being single, and I had told her many times. I didn’t have to remember another person’s birthday. I didn’t have to remember anniversaries. I didn’t have to spend money on other people. The truth is, I didn’t want to. I was a little too angry to speak at that moment, but I did it anyway. Man, do I regret that now.
“Why are you interested in my life so much, Giah? I’ve said I was perfectly okay, so why didn’t you listen to me? Do you not trust me?”
Uh oh. I had made her mad now.
“I do trust you, Justine! You’re my best friend! I thought this date was going to go well, and you wouldn’t complain about being alone with your cat all of the time!”
We both spouted off a lot of mean comments. Giah was almost in tears, but I, being a complete ball of emotion, burst into tears in about three seconds.
I called my mom and told her to come pick me up. She didn’t ask me about the details in the car, and I was glad. I got home and just laid in bed for awhile. Giah and I had never fully fought before. I knew that we would “blow up” on each other eventually. I wanted to call her, to text her, to somehow say that I was really sorry, but I knew that she would still be angry. And that’s the story of my first fight with my best friend.
The next day, Giah insisted that I didn’t wear the sweatpants I brought. By now, I knew that this wasn’t really her date. The problem with borrowing Giah’s clothes, however, was that she was a size smaller than I was. I know some won’t think that one size is a big deal, but, in this case, one size was the line between fitting just right and being entirely too tight.
Another factor going against me was the height difference between Giah and I. She was a bit shorter than me. Alright, by “a bit” I actually mean I’m quite a bit taller than her. Any shorts she could have let me borrow would have looked entirely too short to be appropriate for anywhere but the pool. Yeah, we had a problem.
“Oh man, I wish I wouldn’t have kept it a surprise. You ruin everything, Justine.” She sounded halfway serious, but she giggled all the way through it all.
“Oh no! I guess I won’t get to go on a date that I didn’t want to go on in the first place.” I faked being sad and pouted.
“Wait!” she was fake surprised, and anyone could have told, “What’s that in the bag in the corner?”
“Wait, what bag?” I didn’t see any bag in any corner of her room.
“The one behind the desk, silly!” She gestured over to the giant desk in the corner that used to be her father’s. It was pretty huge, so there’s no way that anyone could have seen anything else in that corner unless they had put it there. It was definitely planned.
I walked over and picked the bag up. To my surprise, it was a bag of clothes that would fit me.
“Giah, why did you do this?” I groaned. It was a sweet gesture, but I really didn’t want to go on the date, and having nothing to wear seemed like a good enough excuse. Now, I didn’t even have that to slow down my best friend.
“I’m a nice person, and nice people such as myself do nice things for their friends.” She had rehearsed that line.
I started off to the bathroom to change. “I hope you never want to become an actress, Giah, because you’re awful at lying and you’re also really bad at acting surprised.”
The countdown to the weekend’s festivities whizzed by. I was excited for Giah, but I didn’t really like the idea of chaperoning her date with a random guy. If I’m being totally honest, it would have been a bit better if she hadn’t made me a part of this.
I probably sound like a terrible best friend right now, but it's the truth. Giah always took me along with all of her new “boyfriends”, and it was always very awkward. There was one time that I spilled pasta on her date. Well, that one was on purpose because it wasn’t really going well. Another time, I had to argue with one of her dates once because he insisted that he saw a band in 2015 that I knew, for a fact, broke up in 2013 because I was a fan. Even another time, I spoiled the ending of a movie for her date when another with the same starring actor was brought up.
Giah ended up being right about my mom changing her mind, so I texted her that I would be going home with her after school Friday. Being myself, and not wanting to go, I packed sweatpants and an old t-shirt. After all, it was Giah going on a date, and I was just there to “test” her boyfriend.
We hung around in the living room for a few hours until she said “Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but couldn’t you have brought something nicer to wear? You could have at least brought some jeans instead of these old things.”
“Giah, honey,” I said slowly, “You’ve never cared about what I wear. Why did you just start all of the sudden?”
She acted dumb. “What? You’re just my best friend, and I want you to be the best you can be. That includes your clothes!
“You’re up to something, and you’d better spit it out before you make me angry.”
“Oh no, are you going to Hulk out and smash my room?” she giggled in fake fear.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Gosh, best friends could be annoying sometimes. Suddenly, something clicked in my brain. “Giah, this isn’t your date, is it?”
She got up a little too fast and yawned. “I think I’m going to bed.”
“Giah, it's literally six o’clock? Are you a secret senior citizen or something?” She didn’t hear my amazing joke because she had already left the room.
When we finally got back to the theater, the parking lot was absolutely full of cars. I shook my head.
“Nobody brought it in, Giah. Your phone has either been stolen or run over. Let’s just be honest here for one second.”
She shook her head, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t ever say the last word, but you could feel a sense of “Oh well, I’m right anyways,” in the air around us.
As soon as she opened the car door, someone shouted in our general direction.
“Hey miss! Did you drop your phone?”
Giah turned around to face me so fast that her hair almost hit me in the eye. She didn’t say a word, but she smirked. It wasn’t a kind smirk like some people do when you make eye contact and there’s nothing else to do. Giah’s smirk at that moment had a very obvious undertone of “I told you so,” with a side of what can best be described as rage. I tried to look at her as angrily as possible, but it didn’t work well.
Giah finally got out of the car after what felt like 5 minutes. She stayed out of the car for what seemed like hours. It was really shorter than that, but the Top forty countdown playing on the radio went from thirty-two to twenty-four as I was waiting. Even though that may not seem long at all to you, it was still a longer amount of time than I had anticipated for a teenager to get her phone back.
When Giah finally got back in the car, she was smiling. It wasn’t that “I told you so” smirk, either. Something was up, and I knew it. I played it cool.
“How happy are you to have your phone back?” I giggled. She couldn’t know that I knew that her phone would not make her that happy.
“Very happy, I guess,” she shrugged. She started the car just about the time my phone rang.
“Justine, where are you? I’ve been worried sick! I told you that Giah was a bad influence, but did you listen? No! Where are you Justine?” It was my mother. She tends to repeat things a lot. I guess she thought I didn’t ever listen to her, but it was kind of hard not to. I love my mother dearly, but she is a very vocal (cough cough) woman.
“Don’t worry, mom. I’m with Giah. She left her phone at the theater and didn’t realize it right away. Yes I’ve eaten, before you ask.”
After a few minutes of reassuring my mom that I was alright and really with my best friend, we both hung up. Before anything else could happen, Giah turned to me and smiled the weird smile again.
“You’re spending the night at my house next weekend whether you really want to or not. Tell your mom when you get home so she can say ‘no’ and change her mind by Saturday. I’ve made plans for us and I would feel bad cancelling them. Alright, I can’t keep it a secret. I’m going on a date with the guy who found my phone, and you’re coming along because you’re a supportive best friend.”
A few days later, Giah and I went to the movies. I’m not going to go into too many details about that because 1) you probably don’t care anyway and 2) it was an awful movie. As we were walking out of the theater, Giah tripped on what seemed like air and fell flat on her face. I don’t do well in bad situations. In fact, I always seem to make them worse and more awkward than they ever need to be. So, it was no surprise that, when she fell, I laughed so hard that I had to kneel down on the ground beside her.
“Are you okay?” I finally managed to ask between laughter tears.
“Yeah,” she finally replied.
She was laughing really hard too, which made me feel a lot better about myself. The moment was ruined when somebody else in the parking lot honked their horn at us to get out of the way. We both got up quickly and mouthed our apologies to the soccer mom in the minivan honking at us.
When we finally got to Giah’s car, we both erupted in laughter.
“Dude, you totally ate it,” I giggled.
After a bit of calming down, she finally started the car. We drove for awhile in silence before I finally turned on the radio.
I’ve always liked the radio in the car. I stare out of the window a lot of times and just think about music. It’s just so amazing to me that people can take random noises and words, link them together, and create something entirely new almost out of thin air. I’ve never really been very creative, so it might just be me that thinks that way.
We started singing along to one of those overplayed songs that you’ll hear about three times on an hour long road trip when Giah suddenly gasped.
“What?” I kind of said that louder than I meant to because I was so worried about what she could have been gasping about. Did something run out in front of her? Was she running out of gas? Was she having a random anxiety attack? A random gasp in a car is usually never a good sign for anyone in that car.
“My phone isn’t in my pocket.”
“Oh thank goodness.” I really didn’t mean to say that out loud, but Giah punched my arm anyways.
“We have to go back and get it.”
I groaned. We were almost halfway home by that point. Things didn’t look good for Giah’s phone being at the movie theater or anywhere near it.
“I don’t mean to be too much of a Debbie Downer, but I think that you might need to get a new phone.”
“I will not buy a new phone, Justine. You want to know why? It’s because my phone will be there. will be there. It probably fell out of my pocket when I fell, and some kind soul will have taken it into the theater so they could give it back. You’ve got to be more positive, my friend.”
With that, she turned back towards the theater.
The first thing I realized about the mall when we got there was how busy it was. The second thing I realized was that it was a Saturday, and, of course, the mall was going to be busy.
Actually, I shouldn’t call it a “mall” because that would be exaggerating. It’s really just a large building with a Claire’s, a Hot Topic, a Sears, a food court, and three local boutiques. I don’t really know how it got here, but someone decided it would make some money. We’re the only town with a large place to shop for a few miles around, so I guess that plan worked out pretty well.
The first place Giah went to was, of course, a local boutique. Now, I love Giah, and she’s my best friend and all, but she has a knack for getting really expensive things. If a store was having a “Going Out of Business” sale, she would find the one thing that wasn’t on sale. You probably think I’m kidding, but this has happened before on one of our trips to the mall.
Giah looked around for awhile, then she picked a shirt off of a rack.
“Do you like this?”
It was a really nice floral shirt, but my style is more comfort over couture- so, being honest, I said, “No.” Giah laughed and replied, “I meant on me.”
“Oh, well yes, in that case.”
She looked at the price tag and I crossed my fingers behind my back.
“Woah,” she gasped.
Oh gosh, how much was that shirt? Forty dollars? Fifty dollars?
“I actually found something on sale.”
“Wow. That’s more rare than finding a city slicker on “Farmer’s Only”!” I said in my best southern accent. It was a joyous moment for the both of us, really.
“You could buy one, too!” she gasped, “We could match!”
I guess she had missed the memo, but people don’t usually purposefully match clothes unless they are twins or under the age of 12. I shook my head, and she did an overly exaggerated frown. “I’m not doing it. That shirt wouldn’t look good on me, either. It’s too bright.”
She shrugged and bought the shirt.
On our way to the next boutique, I stared at the Hot Topic. It brought back memories of my seventh grade emo phase. That’s actually how I met Giah. She had moved from a bigger city with a bigger Hot Topic. I liked the band on her shirt, and we started talking about them and how we both were so mad at our parents and about how nobody understood us. I shuddered thinking about it. It’s so embarrassing thinking about how you used to be. I’m sure that years down the road I’m going to think about my high school years and think of how painfully awkward I was. Ew.
I had eaten about three entire pints of Ben and Jerry’s “Chunky Monkey” when I got a call from my friend. This worried me a little. She literally never called me. Was it some kind of holiday? I checked my phone just to make sure. No, it was still very much summer, and not even my birthday was during the summer.
Anyways, back to the call, I answered my phone and was genuinely shocked to find out that it was actually her on the other end. I was halfway expecting a voice to tell me that they had kidnapped my friend and called the last person she had texted.
“Hey, Justine!” she shouted.
“Yeah! It’s me! I was wondering if you want to come shopping with me before school starts. Well, I’m not really wondering, if you want to be technical; I’m on my way to your house to pick you up because I’m forcing you to go with me. That’s the reason I called you instead of texted you. I wasn’t kidnapped,” she giggled.
Giah was one of those friends that knew you better than you know your own self. Sometimes I loved that about her, but other times I hated it with a passion. She would text me things that sounded just like something I would do, but I would deny it because it sounded really stupid. It was weird having a friend like her.
“Oh, man,” I groaned. I hadn’t planned on doing anything that day but staying huddled up in my own little blanket burrito, eating as much ice cream as I could stomach, and binge watching Criminal Minds until I went to sleep. “I’m sick,” I shamelessly lied.
“You’re an awful liar, J.” She had seen right through my elaborate ruse. “You’re getting dressed and going with me to the mall even if I have to literally fight you. I will throw punches at your face, Justine Granger.”
I rolled off of my bed and just layed on the floor for a few minutes. I heard my mom open the front door and greet Giah and knew that I was going to have to put pants on now. Giah came into my room and slammed the door. “How did I know you wouldn’t be dressed? Come on, get up.”
She eventually convinced me to get dressed (in something other than sweatpants), and we were out the door.
That afternoon, it was about the middle of 8th period, when I had drama, we were in the auditorium discussing a play that we would be putting on. We were all sitting on the stage listening to Mrs. Henderson talk about theater and staying in character, “Our play this year will be High School Musical.” I didn’t know anyone in this class. I was in there with a bunch of seniors. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out and checked it. It was a message from my mother telling me “I hope you have had a wonderful day, I’ll be late tonight. I have to work late”. I looked at the text and didn’t even bother replying. I slid my phone back into my pocket. Then the auditorium doors opened and I turned my head and I saw a tall figure walking into the room. But when he got closer, it wasn’t just any tall figure. I watched as the “dark brown haired boy” walked up the steps and onto the stage. It was the guy from this morning. He took a note to Mrs. Henderson. She looked at him and smirked, “So glad to have you back into my class, Sean Williams.”
“Glad to be back,” he said looking around for a spot to sit, when his eyes landed on me. He flashed a friendly smile and sat down right next to me. “We will be getting parts tomorrow, you may talk until the bell rings,” Mrs. Henderson said while walking into her office behind the stage. Sean turned to me and smiled, “How is your first day, Sophomore?” I looked at him awkwardly “How did you know I was a sophomore?”
“Your father is the principal. You are Sarah Sanders. Trust me, I kno-” he was cut off by the bell. I grabbed my stuff and stood up as he did the same. “First day of football practice, here I come. Bye Sarah, you should text me,” he said handing me a piece of paper before sprinting out of the doors. I got an awkward feeling in my stomach. I don’t know about this. The whole night his name kept coming to my mind. It is so familiar. I just can't remember where I have heard it from.
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