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Chapter 16
As I made my way towards Stephanieâs, the hairs on the back
of my neck began to stand on end, and it had nothing to do with the lack of heat. A little ways down the hallway I recognized my old rooms familiar door and stopped wearily in front of it.
As I knocked on the solid, wood door, I held my breath, silently hoping that she wouldnât answer. But as fate would have it she was there, and did answer. She swung the open the door and I saw by her frustrated expression that she wasnât exactly happy to see me. âWhat do you want?â She asked.
âI wanted to talk,â I said and I barely got my last word out before she snidely replied, âWell Iâm busy.â As the words left her mouth an incredibly handsome boy made his presence known by coughing.
âI was just leaving anyways,â he said getting up and walking over to us.âIâm Lance, and you must be Summer,â he said and I briefly wondered how he knew my name but then followed his gaze to the long, jagged scar that lie permanently across my chest. It was visible due to the tank top I was wearing and I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. âWell I must get going,â he said and with that he grabbed his backpack off of Stephanieâs bed then said, âNext week, same time, Okay Steph?â He said and after she gave him a nod he quickly walked out.
âDonât like guys with broken noses?â I asked referring to the fact that she was dating Tyler yet had Lance in her room.
âAs if itâs any of your business, but if it was Iâd tell you heâs just a tutor,â she replied and I saw Stephanieâs frown begin to lessen, without an audience, Stephanie was somewhat nice.
âYou said you want to talk,â She said walking over to admire herself in her mirror.
âYeah, well you know Zane right?â I started but stopped quickly as she whirled around with an angry look on her face.
âIf you think Iâm going to sit here and listen to your stupid romance issues with your jerk of a boyfriend, then youâre crazy,â She said then walked over to sit in her chair, as if her last has taken all of her energy. I wasnât surprised by her outburst, after rooming with her for a year I was used to them, so naturally I knew how to get her to be nice, or at least civil, again.
âOk listen,â I said and then took a deep breath and began to do my best impersonation her that I could. â1.) I totally didnât mean to offend you, 2.)Thereâs no way that heâs my boyfriend, and 3.)Why would I want relationship advice for me and Zane, when Iâm mad at him?â As I finished I knew itâd worked because she began to giggle, something she rarely ever does.
âWell done,â She said and flashed me one of her
winning smiles before she continued, âso if itâs not about relationships with Zane, then what is it?â
âWell,â I started questioning whether I should confide fully in her of not, but my mind urges me one, so I continue. âSometimes heâll act like a different person, and one day heâll understand and another, he wonât,â I said and was surprised to see her shifting uncomfortably, a sign she was either nervous or guilty which are also two things that rarely occur with her.
âWhat?â I asked and her eyes flashed up to meet my gaze.
âOh well, itâs just,â She started.
âYes?â I asked trying to get her to hurry up and spit it out.
âZaneâs a guy, guys act like that sometimes,â She replied but I know that not what was on her mind and I feel my temper begin to flare up.
âReally? You too? Why is everybody treating me like a moron and thinking I canât see that their hiding stuff from me? Why can I tell no one the truth, because no one understands? Why?!â I yelled at her and I can tell that Iâve surprised her with my outburst.
âLook Summer, this is why nobody tells you anything, because you just blew up at me without even asking what Iâm hiding. Maybe I wouldâve told you. Ever think of that?â She asked and then smiled smugly at me.
âOk, Iâm sorry, maybe getting the crap kicked out of me, by you and your group, has been messing with my manners,â I replied and I felt my temper beginning to rise even higher.
âIgnoring that last comment, Iâll tell you all that I can, which isnât a lot, but itâs more than Zaneâs telling you,â She said and her words about Zane felt like she was firing a gun straight to my heart. Why should Stephanie a girl who hates my guts, tell me more than a guy who thinks Iâm âspecialâ? Though I doubt anything he said then is still what he thinks now.
âAll I can tell you is that Zane knows more than heâs letting on,â She said and then watched me closely as if to see how this news would me react.
âHow do you know?â I asked and though I sounded like an annoying child I didnât care as long as I got the answers Iâd been waiting for.
She sat up straighter in her chair and smoothed her dress before she answered, âI know because I also know the information heâs keeping from you, he told me. Not recently of course, but either way at one point he told me and I know. Iâm sorry but thatâs really all I can tell you.â She said and I can sense that sheâs telling me the truth.
âThank-you Stephanieâ I said as I turned and headed for the door.
âWhere are you going?â she asked as I pulled open her overly decorated door.
âI need to talk to someone else about something thatâs somewhat normal, I canât deal with all this other drama right now,â I said and with that I waved goodbye and walked out.
Chapter 17
As I made my way down the hallway I tried to clear my mind from all the questions that were already starting to form in my head. Just relax
, I told myself as I headed towards Ms. Kellyâs office door, She canât possibly know you lied, Zane wouldnât tell her. Of course he wouldnâtâŠWould he?
I wasnât sure.
When I reached the door I knocked timidly and then waited until a flustered looking Mrs. Brown opened the door. Mrs. Brown, the over-worked secretary for Ms. Kelly, was a short, cute, younger woman, in her mid 30âs, with short cropped black hair, soft, soft brown eyes, and a pearly white smile. Everyone wondered why sweet Mrs. Brown had applied to be Ms. Kelly secretary, but whenever a student asked her about it sheâd simply smile and reply, âWhy, I canât imagine living without you kids life,â in her soft, overly peppy voice that reminded me of a cheer squad anytime I heard it.
âOh Summer, come in dear. Iâm assuming youâve come
to talk with Ms. Kelly?â She asked and as I nodded she quickly continued on. âYes, of course you are. Iâm afraid youâll have to wait until after sheâs finished with the mandatory punishment for today,â She said and then after motion for me to take a seat, began quickly straitening the papers on her crowded desktop.
As I took a seat in one of the waiting chairs my
curiosity got the best of me and I turned back towards Mrs. Brown. âMandatory punishment?â I asked. Sheâd finished organizing her desk and had moved on to filling out paperwork before she answered.
âOh yes dear, in fact sheâs in there now with that awful trouble maker, Tyler Droda,â she said shaking her head in disgust.
âWhatâs Tyler down here for?â I asked pretending that I thought it was unusual for Tyler to get into trouble.
âWell, originally he was called down to receive punishment for the violence he exploited on you,â She said and I made a mental note to ask Stephanie how she and the rest of her group got out of their punishment. âBut then,â she continued, âThere was the issue of that fist fight, and now that Zane boyâs down here too,â She said and her last words made my heart squeeze. I wasnât ready to see Zane yet but as Ms. Kellyâs door swung open I knew if didnât matter what I wanted.
As the door swung open wider I saw Ms. Kelly step out and hand both Tyler and Zane a green slip of paper before ushering them out of her back office. GreenâŠ
I wracked my brains trying to think back to our old school handbook. What does green mean?
I thought to myself impatiently. Suspension? Expulsion?
At the moment I didnât which I was hoping for more.
As the boys walked out Zaneâs sparkling blue eyes met mine and it took all of my self control to pull my eyes away from his, but not before giving him one of my signature annoyed eye rolls. I heard him sigh and then the door click as it opened and closed behind them. Good, you deserve to go through a little sadness yourself,
I thought moodily to myself.
âSummer, can I help you?â Ms. Kelly asked then flashed me one of her huge smiles that none of the students neither believed nor liked. âYes, I was wondering if I could get a schedule change?â I asked before I could convince myself not to and then I desperately prayed I wouldnât break down into tears as I thought about why I wanted it. I want this to get away, away from him.
I thought to myself, I couldnât bring myself to even think his name of I was sure Iâd break down again.
âA schedule change? We donât normally allow those after the first day of school. Why? Is there a conflict with your schedule?â She asked and my hopes began to plummet. What was I supposed to say, my boyfriend/ex/friend, or whatever he is, is being mean? That I donât want to face him because Iâm embarrassed and mad that he doesnât believe my crazy stories?
âNo, thereâs not really a conflict but Iâd really appreciated if I could change it, not to different classes, maybe just a different order?â I asked, trying to use my most innocent, sweet girl voice. âNormally the answer would automatically no,â She said in her normal no-feelings-spared, harsh tone, âbut I realize that youâve been through a lot and if this will help you out, I suppose I could bend the rules a bit,â She replied and even though sheâd just agreed to what Iâd asked I couldnât help but feel sad, and I still didnât get why she always felt dangerous and untrustworthy even when sheâs smiling at me like she is now.
âIâll have your new schedule sent to your room sometime tomorrow, since itâs the weekend you wonât have to worry about missing classes, youâll start on Monday,â She said as she hustled me out of her door. As I left I headed for the door I waved at little Mrs. Brown as she
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