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Authors: Evelyn Rosado
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a girl gone mad when I’m nervous. This is my third bagel, well beyond my carb count for the day. But it’s the only thing that’s taking my mind off my rattling pulse. It feels like a thousand eyes are on me right now.
Most of the shop is filled with students, ordering a quick pick-me-up before class so they won’t doze off during homeroom. Everyone’s hovering over their phones, their fingers pecking away, between sips of coffee, nibbles of bear claws, and chattering about the latest school hookup and the game tomorrow night. And unfortunately I catch sets of eyeballs darting my way every thirty seconds.
Normally I wouldn’t be here, but Kellen insisted.
I, along with Ashley and the rest of the gang, used to meet here, back when it used to be filled hipsters and hot college boys. Now it’s just high school students. I hated coming here back then. The faint, odor of cigarette smoke still hovers in the air. It made my allergies go haywire.
My nose starts to tickle so I get up and grab a napkin at the counter and I catch a few looks from people above their laptops.
The peeks and whispers were never an issue before when I was in the ‘inner circle’, but now that I’ve been banished, the glares have the intensity of ten thousand suns. It’s just not as fun when everyone is talking about you in a bad light. But this is what I wanted right? The spotlight.
Ugh. Where is Kellen? Did he sleep in late? I bet he smartened up and realized how stupid this idea was. He’s said that since the beginning, but that was until Mackenzie took her craziness into deep space nine.
Before I can get up to grab another rush of forty grams worth of carbs to bloodstream, my nerves quake when I see that I have an unexpected guest sit down at my table. Didn’t anyone see the ‘do not disturb’ sign on my forehead?
My shoulders deflate from their rigidness as a thin, hazel-eyed girl with a Jurassic Park tee plops into the empty seat.
Wow, I can’t sip a smoothie at the mall or nibble on a bagel in peace without someone wanting get a firsthand seat to binge watch the reality show that has become my life.
My eyelids droop down, but I stop them short of closing shut. I need to stop this ship at the docks before it sets sail. Starry-eyed, she parts her lips to speak but I jump in before she can utter a syllable.
“Look,” I say to her in an angsty breath. “I don’t care what you’ve heard on Twitter or what Lucas Snapchatted last night. He and I are done. Finito. Done-zo.” I swipe my jutted thumb across my neck for emphasis. “And no, Justine and I aren’t becoming lesbian to get over the breakup. And I’m definitely not pregnant with Lucas’s baby.” I roll my eyes and puff heavy through my nose. “Does that cover everything?” I stuff another piece of my bagel in my mouth and chew it like it’s leather.
This nameless intruder stares at me blankly. “Uhh…” she says, her eyes doting around, “I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard that Ben Affleck is the directing the reboot of the new Batman movie next year. I know you’re into that kinda stuff. I just saw it on Twitter. I just thought you would be just as amped about it as I am.” Her face softens, embarrassment setting in.
I cringe as a flush of red floods her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I thought you were—”
“No, it’s okay,” she says standing up, “I guess you’re not into that stuff like you used to be.” I don’t recall ever speaking to her before. “I’m Tammy. We we’ve had a few classes together over the years. I remember you used to dye your hair granny-white like Storm every Halloween. I always thought it was so awesome when you did that.” Her voice trails. “I guess you’ve outgrown that kinda stuff.” She slings her book bag over her shoulder tightly. “See ya around.” I nod up at her and shoot her an ashamed grin. Her face frowns. “And who is Lucas?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I whisper, sidestepping her eyes. I slide
Most of the shop is filled with students, ordering a quick pick-me-up before class so they won’t doze off during homeroom. Everyone’s hovering over their phones, their fingers pecking away, between sips of coffee, nibbles of bear claws, and chattering about the latest school hookup and the game tomorrow night. And unfortunately I catch sets of eyeballs darting my way every thirty seconds.
Normally I wouldn’t be here, but Kellen insisted.
I, along with Ashley and the rest of the gang, used to meet here, back when it used to be filled hipsters and hot college boys. Now it’s just high school students. I hated coming here back then. The faint, odor of cigarette smoke still hovers in the air. It made my allergies go haywire.
My nose starts to tickle so I get up and grab a napkin at the counter and I catch a few looks from people above their laptops.
The peeks and whispers were never an issue before when I was in the ‘inner circle’, but now that I’ve been banished, the glares have the intensity of ten thousand suns. It’s just not as fun when everyone is talking about you in a bad light. But this is what I wanted right? The spotlight.
Ugh. Where is Kellen? Did he sleep in late? I bet he smartened up and realized how stupid this idea was. He’s said that since the beginning, but that was until Mackenzie took her craziness into deep space nine.
Before I can get up to grab another rush of forty grams worth of carbs to bloodstream, my nerves quake when I see that I have an unexpected guest sit down at my table. Didn’t anyone see the ‘do not disturb’ sign on my forehead?
My shoulders deflate from their rigidness as a thin, hazel-eyed girl with a Jurassic Park tee plops into the empty seat.
Wow, I can’t sip a smoothie at the mall or nibble on a bagel in peace without someone wanting get a firsthand seat to binge watch the reality show that has become my life.
My eyelids droop down, but I stop them short of closing shut. I need to stop this ship at the docks before it sets sail. Starry-eyed, she parts her lips to speak but I jump in before she can utter a syllable.
“Look,” I say to her in an angsty breath. “I don’t care what you’ve heard on Twitter or what Lucas Snapchatted last night. He and I are done. Finito. Done-zo.” I swipe my jutted thumb across my neck for emphasis. “And no, Justine and I aren’t becoming lesbian to get over the breakup. And I’m definitely not pregnant with Lucas’s baby.” I roll my eyes and puff heavy through my nose. “Does that cover everything?” I stuff another piece of my bagel in my mouth and chew it like it’s leather.
This nameless intruder stares at me blankly. “Uhh…” she says, her eyes doting around, “I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard that Ben Affleck is the directing the reboot of the new Batman movie next year. I know you’re into that kinda stuff. I just saw it on Twitter. I just thought you would be just as amped about it as I am.” Her face softens, embarrassment setting in.
I cringe as a flush of red floods her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I thought you were—”
“No, it’s okay,” she says standing up, “I guess you’re not into that stuff like you used to be.” I don’t recall ever speaking to her before. “I’m Tammy. We we’ve had a few classes together over the years. I remember you used to dye your hair granny-white like Storm every Halloween. I always thought it was so awesome when you did that.” Her voice trails. “I guess you’ve outgrown that kinda stuff.” She slings her book bag over her shoulder tightly. “See ya around.” I nod up at her and shoot her an ashamed grin. Her face frowns. “And who is Lucas?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I whisper, sidestepping her eyes. I slide
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