Chapter 9
The next morning when I woke up I still felt depressed. I decided to dress for my mood by wearing black flares and a black baby tee. I met Ronnie at the corner and she noticed the outfit.
"Still depressed about Taylor?"
"No. My cat died."
"You don't have a cat."
"My point exactly."
"I don't see what the problem is. One of the most desired guys in the world has the major hots for you, and you start wearing black."
"You didn't mention that I was dating this guy's brother."
"Minor detail."
"What am I going to do, Ronnie?"
"There's nothing you can do. It's not like you can make Tay not like you or anything. But if you're going to keep this up, you better open a charge account at Goth World."
"You're right. I'll just try to forget it."
We got the bus to school and went to our homerooms. When I got there Jill started her daily effort to drive me insane.
"Aren't we in a good mood today?"
"Buzz off, Jill."
"Ooh, such strong language."
"You know what I mean."
Just then the bell rang and we went to our classes. The day passed pertty slowly. I sat with Ronnie and Marc at lunch, but they didn't say anything about Taylor. Ronnie must have told Marc not to, because if she didn't Marc would have said something like, "Hey, isn't one Hanson bother enough for you or something?" By eighth period study hall I was ready to talk about it, but Marc had early football practice and Ronnie had to research a report on snails, so I was all alone. I decided to write in my journal. I take my journal everywhere I go. No one in school suspects it because unlike most girls, I don't write in a fancy little book. I use a yellow notebook with math signs all over it so people will think its for school.
Soon the bell rang and I went to my locker. I informed Jill that I wasn't going to cheerleading because I had to watch my little brother. A big lie. My brother is in 5th grade, so he doesn't even need watching, and he goes to his friend's house everyday after school to spy on his friend's sister whom he has a major crush on.
When I got home, to my surprise my brother was there.
"Why are you home? I thought this was quality Sheila time."
"She caught me yesterday."
"Oh, tough break."
"Why are you home? Don't you have to be teaching girls how to do cartwheels and splits or something?" he said refering to cheerleading.
"Yea, but I skipped it."
"Why, you love stuff like that."
"I'm not exactly in a perky mood right now."
"Why, boy problems?"
"Yes," I said almost ready to tell him the whole story. But, then I remembered my promise to Zac.
"Come on. You can talk to good ole Brandon. Did you finally find out Zac was a girl?"
"He's not a girl. Actually, it's about Marc," I said to get his interest.
"What about Marc?"
"Well, today at lunch," I started, making up the story as I went, "Marc took me to the janitor's closet and started making out with me."
"Wow! Zac's going be mad at you. I'm gonna tell him."
"Go ahed," I said since I knew he was bluffing. Then I went upstairs and did some homework. After about an hour the phone rang. I answered it.
"Hello."
"Hi, Zel."
"Oh, hi, Zac!"
"What's this about you and Marc?"
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