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“Shia LaBoeff?” Monica yelled. “Oh, I met him, too. He’s such sweetheart, right? Dude, you look good in that dress.”
“I know he’s amazing!” she yelled, bumping up and down around the house. “And I’m in a magazine! Can you believe it? Have you ever been on a magazine, Emma? Or you, Monica? No! Well, I am!”
“Oh, she’s such bitch” Monica giggled. “I’m happy for you, Gabrielle. Seriously.”
“So, after spending the night clubbing, he invited me to have…”
“Breakfast?” I interrupted her and Monica bumped her fist to mine and burst out laughing.
“You can definitely ruin a man’s mood!” Gabrielle complained. “No. I mean, we could’ve had breakfast, if you know what I mean…”
“Of course we know what you mean, we’re not 10!” Monica laughed.
“You two are just mean. But it doesn’t matter, I just need someone to brag to,” she smiled and sat next to us, looking at the magazine. “So, he asked me out! For real, like… on a date! Shia LaBoeff!”
“Yeah, I know, it’s awesome. He was terrific in Transformers!”
“I know, right?” she paused only to stare at her picture on Okay! Magazine. I was so happy for her. “By the way… There are only two weeks left for Christmas! Are you going home or staying?”
“No idea. I haven’t thought about it. I…”
If I went home, I would have the opportunity of seeing Matt again. Maybe I could just drop at his house and… ask him how he’s been or something. Yeah. That would be nice.
“I think I’ll go home, but I don’t know what to do…”
“About Curtis? Or do you have problems with your folks?” Monica asked, unwrapping the ribbon she had in her hair.
“No, my parents are all cool,” she sighed and looked at me. “It’s not just about Curtis… It’s about everyone! It all happened during Prom! I mean… Everyone knows about it! I’m not invisible like you are, Emma, people would remember these kind of things.”
I gasped and wanted to say something, but, of course, during these months I got used to Gabrielle’s ironies and her stupid comments.
“What?” she asked confused. “Oh! I’m sorry, Emma. I have a big mouth, you know that, right?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re not invisible now, you’re like a social butterfly, you know? But in high school everyone is just mean and they will remember 20 years from now…”
“You are mean, Gabrielle, and I bet no one even remembers what happened!”
“No kidding?” she asked, glaring at me. “Okay, check this out!” she hissed, placing the laptop in my lap.
“And what should I…”
Before finishing my sentence, I saw what she meant. There was a special page for her, called “ God exists, Gabrielle Gomez got what she deserved! ” and the page had loads of likes. This is crazy, it can’t be possible!
“So do you still think they won’t remember?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, feeling incredibly guilty for talking like I did on Prom.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Not your fault,” she said, trying to smile. “Anyway, I have to go. Just let me know if you decide to go home.”
I nodded and when Gabrielle left, there was a really weird tension in the air. I looked at the page and hated myself for what I said on my Prom night.
“At least she met Shia, right?” Monica finally said, slowly her lips turning into a smile.
*
I couldn’t stop thinking about my dream with Matt. I felt awful about it, because I was the one who made it this way. I stopped talking to him, knowing the distance would be too difficult to deal with. And I missed him in a way I couldn’t describe.
Yes, I usually say he doesn’t matter anymore, that I am happy here, and, thank goodness, I am, but those weeks with Matt were just perfect. And the night we spent together… Well, I don’t particularly intent to go there now.
While Monica went to the grocery store, she accepted to go
“Shia LaBoeff?” Monica yelled. “Oh, I met him, too. He’s such sweetheart, right? Dude, you look good in that dress.”
“I know he’s amazing!” she yelled, bumping up and down around the house. “And I’m in a magazine! Can you believe it? Have you ever been on a magazine, Emma? Or you, Monica? No! Well, I am!”
“Oh, she’s such bitch” Monica giggled. “I’m happy for you, Gabrielle. Seriously.”
“So, after spending the night clubbing, he invited me to have…”
“Breakfast?” I interrupted her and Monica bumped her fist to mine and burst out laughing.
“You can definitely ruin a man’s mood!” Gabrielle complained. “No. I mean, we could’ve had breakfast, if you know what I mean…”
“Of course we know what you mean, we’re not 10!” Monica laughed.
“You two are just mean. But it doesn’t matter, I just need someone to brag to,” she smiled and sat next to us, looking at the magazine. “So, he asked me out! For real, like… on a date! Shia LaBoeff!”
“Yeah, I know, it’s awesome. He was terrific in Transformers!”
“I know, right?” she paused only to stare at her picture on Okay! Magazine. I was so happy for her. “By the way… There are only two weeks left for Christmas! Are you going home or staying?”
“No idea. I haven’t thought about it. I…”
If I went home, I would have the opportunity of seeing Matt again. Maybe I could just drop at his house and… ask him how he’s been or something. Yeah. That would be nice.
“I think I’ll go home, but I don’t know what to do…”
“About Curtis? Or do you have problems with your folks?” Monica asked, unwrapping the ribbon she had in her hair.
“No, my parents are all cool,” she sighed and looked at me. “It’s not just about Curtis… It’s about everyone! It all happened during Prom! I mean… Everyone knows about it! I’m not invisible like you are, Emma, people would remember these kind of things.”
I gasped and wanted to say something, but, of course, during these months I got used to Gabrielle’s ironies and her stupid comments.
“What?” she asked confused. “Oh! I’m sorry, Emma. I have a big mouth, you know that, right?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re not invisible now, you’re like a social butterfly, you know? But in high school everyone is just mean and they will remember 20 years from now…”
“You are mean, Gabrielle, and I bet no one even remembers what happened!”
“No kidding?” she asked, glaring at me. “Okay, check this out!” she hissed, placing the laptop in my lap.
“And what should I…”
Before finishing my sentence, I saw what she meant. There was a special page for her, called “ God exists, Gabrielle Gomez got what she deserved! ” and the page had loads of likes. This is crazy, it can’t be possible!
“So do you still think they won’t remember?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, feeling incredibly guilty for talking like I did on Prom.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Not your fault,” she said, trying to smile. “Anyway, I have to go. Just let me know if you decide to go home.”
I nodded and when Gabrielle left, there was a really weird tension in the air. I looked at the page and hated myself for what I said on my Prom night.
“At least she met Shia, right?” Monica finally said, slowly her lips turning into a smile.
*
I couldn’t stop thinking about my dream with Matt. I felt awful about it, because I was the one who made it this way. I stopped talking to him, knowing the distance would be too difficult to deal with. And I missed him in a way I couldn’t describe.
Yes, I usually say he doesn’t matter anymore, that I am happy here, and, thank goodness, I am, but those weeks with Matt were just perfect. And the night we spent together… Well, I don’t particularly intent to go there now.
While Monica went to the grocery store, she accepted to go
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