Chapter 7:
Crap. That is the only thing I can think as I see that dumb blonde, Kasey, or maybe it’s Katie, walking towards me. What was wrong with that girl? Everyday for the last week she had cornered me as I walked out of my seventh period class. And then she would keep pace with me, no matter how fast I walked, and ramble.
She shrieks my name, as if she is surprised to see me and starts bouncing down the hall towards me while the football player she is hanging on watches her skirt, which is bouncing just as much as she is, proving Tristan’s point. Cheerleaders where all idiots and football players were all perverted.
“Hilary, how are you? It feels like I haven’t talked to you in for-ever,” She grabs my arm when she gets close enough, and it is all I can do not to freak out, and then she screeches in my ear, stretching out the word forever so that she sounds ridiculous, even though it has not been forever, if anything it hasn’t been long enough. She keeps talking about something that doesn’t matter and I try my best to ignore her.
“Katie, great I was just looking for you,” Colbey comes up right behind us just before I can get outside to find Fielding and Holly and she stops, still holding my arm captive.
“Oh, hi Colbey, do you know Hilary?”
“Ya, we drive to school together. Um. . . I was supposed to tell you that Sadie was looking for you, something about going out to lunch or something.” By the end of his sentence it is obvious that he is lying for some reason. And I really don’t care why he said it because as soon as he does Katie lets go of my arm and leaves with out another word. I decide to run while I have the chance, hoping she won’t turn back around but before I can take a step Colbey starts talking to me.
“Sofi told me to find you after school. She said to give you this and to tell you not to run away,” he says handing me a sticky note with Sofi’s hand writing on it.
Have Colbey walk home with you, he is teaching your
cooking class. And please try to have fun.
I think this will be good for you if you let it be.
“So,” Colbey continues when he sees my reaction to the note, “I am guessing you want to go to a cooking class about as much as I want to teach one. My mom is making me do it, something about sharing my talents or some crap like that. I didn’t think she would talk to Sofi about it. Sorry you got stuck with it too. I promise to make it as painless as possible.”
Chapter 8:
Colbey keeps talking about how he is dreading teaching this as we walk down the hall and I try to act interested or to at least nod at the right moments.
“So, I know we are far from best friends but only stupid people would willingly take any kind of class from me. Please say that you’ll help keep me sane.”
“Sure,” I agree even though I don’t plan on talking to him. Sofi wanted me at a cooking class and so I would go to one. I wasn’t going to try and make friends with anyone though. That was my plan to stay sane and if Colbey thought his plan would involve me than he should think up a new plan.
“Thanks. Shall we?” He opens the door for me and I walk past him, trying to hide the fact that I shuddered when his arm brushed mine.
There were 3 girls sitting in the room when we walked in. Perky blondes sitting in mini skirts and low cut shirts, all three wearing head to toe pink, looking like they came strait out of a horror movie.
“Hey,” Colbey says walking towards them while I hang behind him, thinking about running for it, “So, I’ve never done anything like this before, teach any one anything I mean, so if I suck just tell me and we’ll figure something else out. But that can wait I kind of just want to get to know everybody today, if that’s ok.”
“That sound’s perfect. And I bet you are like, the best teacher ever.” Gushes slutty blonde number 1.
“Ya, it sounds, like, perfect,” Blonde number 2 repeats, obviously the sidekick.
“Great, so I guess we’ll just start with names then. I’m Colbey, and this is Hilary.” He introduces me like we’re friends, telling me to sit down with one of those looks that Paul was so good at, the one’s that tell you exactly what your supposed to do. And of course I do, because after 5 years of those looks I was afraid not to.
“I’m Cassy, and this is Jessica and Amanda.” Blonde number 1 says, making it apparent that blonde number 3, Amanda, was just another mindless minion.
“Nice to meet you. What do you guys like to do?” Colbey asks his next question, and again Cassy answers for all of them.
“We’re all like, cheerleaders, and Jess and me like play tennis, Manda doesn’t though. She like, has a job though; she works at that like, manicure place in the mall. It is just so great; we go like, all the time. And of course we all like, love to cook.” Shoot me now. What was wrong with Sofi to think that I would enjoy this? I wasn’t sure I could even stand it. I was definitely going to have to talk to her about this.
Chapter9:
After 10 minutes of listening to Cassy go on about how ‘like, totally like, amazing this like, store is’ Colbey is looking at the clock every thirty seconds and is counting down the minutes with as much dedication as I had been from the get go. When the hour is finally over I don’t hesitate in standing up, giving my apology and excuse of why I have to leave, and Colbey is convincing when he says the time flew by. Less than two minutes later the blondes are all gone and I am alone with Colbey again.
“Oh my heck. That was torture. How is it even possible to use the word ‘like’ that many times? I am not sure if she had a brain at all. I am so sorry you have to put up with that.”
“No, Cassy is the genius of the group. If you didn’t notice blondes number 2 and 3 didn’t say one word on there own, they just repeated. For a minute I thought there was a parrot in the room. At least Cassy had her own stupid thoughts.” I give him my spiel and then fall silent. It was too easy to talk to Colbey. You couldn’t act the shy, quiet girl if people knew you hated them. It just didn’t work.
“Truth: for a minute there I thought there was an echo.” He laughs and for some reason it reminds me of Tristan. Which when you think about it was probably why I talked to him, and why I shouldn’t talk to him. He reminded me of Tristan way to much for it to be good for me. If he was like Tristan at all then I couldn’t be friends with him. He might have the same bad habits, not just the good ones. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” I ask confused.
“We’ll be having an actual conversation and then I will say something or some one will walk up and you will shut down completely and won’t even look at me. And it isn’t just me, you do the same thing when ever Fielding says anything to you in the morning, and sometimes even with Holly. So why do you do it? Why don’t you like talking to people?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie because it isn’t any of his business why I didn’t feel like talking to anybody. And even if I did answer, he wouldn’t want to hear it.
I could explain that I don’t trust people anymore. They always end up hurting you: they leave, like dad; they just don’t like you, like Paul; or they lie, like Tristan. Whichever way they do it they are going to let you down and you are going to end up worse because of it. It wasn’t worth letting them get close.
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