Chapter 8
That night I went to Zac's house to do some homework. We did try to do homework, but then I started telling him about cheerleading.
"That's awful," said Zac after I was done.
"I know. How am I ever going to deal with her?"
"Just try to avoid her as much as possible. Like instead of helping each other do things, split the list of things to do in half and work alone."
"That's a good idea."
"We better get back to math. I need practice on algebra before my test tomorrow, and I have no clue what I'm doing, so you'll have to show me."
"Okay."
"Get my algebra notebook from the dresser."
"Which one is it?"
"The black one."
I walked over to the dresser and was faced with a wide assortment of notebooks in no order what so ever. I was able to see two black ones. Neither had and distinguishing marks, so I picked one up and opened it. I recognized Taylor's writing and would have closed it right away, but I saw my name on the page, so I had to read it.
I hate my brother. He is still going out with Zellary. At his age, relationships aren't suposto last more than a week. By this time, I had expected him to get tired of Zel and dump her. Then I would flirt with her when she was here babysitting, and by now she would like me and we could go to het school's dances together. And I could almost actually take Zel places. I am 15 and could probably buy a fake licence or something like that. Why can't Zac just get over her? Oh well.
"Oh my gosh," I said.
"What is it? Do you have a fear of polynomials?" asked Zac.
"No. It's Taylor's journal. Read this."
Zac took the notebook from my hands and started reading it. When he was finished he just satred at me.
"How?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"I never suspected it."
"Well, he does say, 'um', and, 'oh', a lot when I'm around."
"That's just typical Taylor. Zel, what are we going to do?"
"Nothing. We can't let anyone know we know. We aren't supposed to know."
"Can I tell Marc?"
"Only if I can tell Ronnie."
"Okay."
We were silent for a minute.
"Zel, would you mind going home? I need some time to think."
"Okay. Me too."
"Call me later if you need to talk."
"Okay. I might."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I walked out of the room and down the stairs. Then I walked out the front door and started down the sidewalk. After about three minutes, I saw Taylor walking to ward me. I tried to turn into amn alley, but he saw me too soon.
"Zel! Wait up!" he called and started running to me.
"Hi, Taylor."
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"Oh. I was going home too. Um, where are you coming from?"
There he went with the ohs and ums. "Your house. I was helping Zac with some math."
"Oh. Well, um, see ya whenever."
"Whenever."
We parted and I finished the walk home. When I got home I called Ronnie. She was as shocked as Zac and I were. Then I did some homework and wrote in my journal. At least there was one good thing: I wouldn't have to face Taylor in school every day.
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