Cherrim Date Night Cinematic Universe continues...
It's a few weeks later and, for some reason, the break-up on the porch didn't happen. My boyfriend (are we going steady now? When did that happen?) continues treating me as if we're dating and I can't really remember how I broke up with him so I assume maybe I was just too vague about things and now it feels real awkward to bring up, so we've settled back into whatever this routine is. I have a few classes with him. It's just easier to leave things be. Speaking of classes, I'm sitting at my desk and as I'm doodling in my notebook, I notice my boyfriend walk in, laughing with... oh. My rival. And they're walking real cloud and laughing together. I can't remember why she's my rival, but as long as I can remember we've been trying to one-up each other. It's not like I want to be dating this guy, but it's the principle of the matter--I can't just lose to
her. I won't let it go down like that. I shut my notebook and carefully walk over, sliding into their conversation all like, "Hey, good morning, you two. What's up?" Was that smooth? I can't tell. And then I realize I've never been good at telling whether someone is flirting and so maybe these two have basically nothing to do with each other. Oops? Well, ****, now I'm stuck in a conversation with them. This sucks.
Luckily, this is, you know, school. High school? Probably high school. Let's be honest, the world-building in this is not very inspired, so it doesn't really matter. First period is a math test. Sweet, I love math but it's high school so I've recently started to suck at it. Our teacher is absolutely abysmal--you know, one of those teachers that doesn't actually teach you the material but still tests you on it and when you crack open an assignment, it's like university level stuff that even your high school math teacher tutor doesn't remember how to do. My boyfriend tends to copy off my tests, so I keep that up, leaving my answers in plain sight on my desk for him to look at
[alink id=note1]1[/alink id]. Hey, he buys me dinner on occasion. I guess it's the least I can do. Although it suddenly occurs to me, as I move onto the next question, that maybe this is the whole reason he puts up with me, especially after that movie date fiasco. Oh well.
Next is science class. I don't remember my rival having this class with me and my boyfriend, but she's here so I guess I've just never noticed her before. Which seems kind of... impossible, because she's kind of cute? Wait, did I just say that? I meant mean. She's kind of mean. Why are we rivals again? I can't really remember because she accidentally touched my hand when she sat down at our table. I look around the table and she and my boyfriend are staring at me expectantly. Oops. Were they talking to me? "Sorry, what?" I ask, hoping maybe they'll repeat what they just said. My boyfriend asks if my rival can join us for this group project and they both stare at me again. My mind is blanking on me again, but I manage to stammer out, "I'd love to! The... more the merrier!" Nailed it. I'm not sure how I feel about this, about anything. It's really hard to focus.
Science class is a blur and when it's over, it's lunch time. I head back to my locker to grab my lunch and by the time I get down to the cafeteria, it's just in time to see my boyfriend slip into the seat across from my rival, smiling. I'm not sure why but I just start seething. How dare he sit next to her again! What is
with today! Trying not to look as angry as I feel, I stomp over to their table and protectively drop myself into the seat next to... her? Wait, wasn't I defensive about him? Why didn't I sit next to him and assert my dominance to scare her off? Wait, scare her off? That sounds like a bad idea. I notice I'm zoning out again when she grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze and I nearly jump. I wasn't expecting that and I get so flustered, but it only makes her laugh and squeeze my hand before she goes back to her lunch. I look at my boyfriend, then look at her, and figure... Maybe this isn't so bad. I could get used to this.
[a id]note1[/a id]1 This part is based on a true story. I had this terrible teacher in high school and had to go to a tutor to learn everything because he'd teach irrelevant things and then the tests and assignments would come along and no one would have a clue how to do them. My BFF would then copy off me on assignments/tests because otherwise he had no clue what to do. Our math teacher definitely noticed but thought it was cute because he thought we were dating. My BFF is super gay. We were not dating. But we both passed the course because our teacher shipped us and didn't reprimand us for cheating and that's what matters.
