had taken over her thoughts for the better part of the day.
She sighed and closed her notebook and textbook, giving up as she rubbed her forehead. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself. She needed to have control. She didn’t want to be distracted. She couldn’t afford to lose her scholarship or her valedictorian title. Sure, it hadn’t been confirmed but the principal was basically handing it to her on a silver platter.
The pain was starting to become unbearable. She had taken an Advil last night and then a Midol this morning. Nothing was changing. Medication couldn’t fix this and she knew that. She knew what would stop the pain, but she couldn’t fall to that level. Doing so would mean that she believed in everything. But, she didn’t. She couldn’t.
She looked around, hearing mindless chatter about prom. A few popular people surrounded a booth next to the courtyard. She tried to block the voices wafting over from that area. Prom didn’t interest her. It wasn’t because she didn’t have a date. It was because she didn’t understand the point. You get dressed up for four hours, dance, get blisters on your feet, and then go home. You never wear the dress again, either.
She just didn’t see the point.
“Can you believe all this talk about prom?” gasped Jessica, sitting next to Lola. “Are you going?”
Lola shook her head and tried to figure out the equation. “No way.”
“Why not? Prom is a right of passage!” she exclaimed.
Lola furrowed her brows and looked at her. “Where do you get this stuff?”
“Don’t taunt me, girl.” She sighed. “You’ve been in such a funk lately. You’re like a wet blanket.”
“Jessica, I’m sorry. But, I have so much to do before graduation. I have to get my valedictorian speech finished, I have exams to get ready for and I still need to purchase my cap and gown.” Lola sighed heavily after her rant and closed her eyes. The pain was making her snap at her best friend. “And… I can’t stop thinking about Dean.”
Jessica’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t expect that. When was the last time you talked to him?”
“The other day. He knew somebody here and found my house,” she explained.
“Your house ?! Wait, so he basically knows about your family?” asked Jessica, shocked.
“Not the whole story, but he knows they don’t live with me.”
“Well, what are you going to do?” asked Jessica.
“I don’t know. I shouldn’t do anything because of the… baggage he has. But, I can’t stop thinking about him at the same time. He’s nice and good looking,” explained Lola. She looked at her friend and clutched her hands. “Jessica, tell me what to do.”
Jessica pursed her lips and hummed lightly. “Go out with him.”
“You think I should?”
She nodded. “If you don’t want him, then you can just forget about him afterwards. It’s as simple as that.”
Lola turned back to her work and sighed, feeling defeated. She knew her friend was right. It made sense to give it a shot, but she just didn’t know if she could muster up the courage to do that yet.
The bell rang. Lola got up and put her books in her bag, shaking her head. “No. I can’t. I just can’t. I’m going to forget about him now. I have better things to do.”
She turned around, but found herself alone. Jessica was gone, the desks were gone and everybody
She sighed and closed her notebook and textbook, giving up as she rubbed her forehead. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself. She needed to have control. She didn’t want to be distracted. She couldn’t afford to lose her scholarship or her valedictorian title. Sure, it hadn’t been confirmed but the principal was basically handing it to her on a silver platter.
The pain was starting to become unbearable. She had taken an Advil last night and then a Midol this morning. Nothing was changing. Medication couldn’t fix this and she knew that. She knew what would stop the pain, but she couldn’t fall to that level. Doing so would mean that she believed in everything. But, she didn’t. She couldn’t.
She looked around, hearing mindless chatter about prom. A few popular people surrounded a booth next to the courtyard. She tried to block the voices wafting over from that area. Prom didn’t interest her. It wasn’t because she didn’t have a date. It was because she didn’t understand the point. You get dressed up for four hours, dance, get blisters on your feet, and then go home. You never wear the dress again, either.
She just didn’t see the point.
“Can you believe all this talk about prom?” gasped Jessica, sitting next to Lola. “Are you going?”
Lola shook her head and tried to figure out the equation. “No way.”
“Why not? Prom is a right of passage!” she exclaimed.
Lola furrowed her brows and looked at her. “Where do you get this stuff?”
“Don’t taunt me, girl.” She sighed. “You’ve been in such a funk lately. You’re like a wet blanket.”
“Jessica, I’m sorry. But, I have so much to do before graduation. I have to get my valedictorian speech finished, I have exams to get ready for and I still need to purchase my cap and gown.” Lola sighed heavily after her rant and closed her eyes. The pain was making her snap at her best friend. “And… I can’t stop thinking about Dean.”
Jessica’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t expect that. When was the last time you talked to him?”
“The other day. He knew somebody here and found my house,” she explained.
“Your house ?! Wait, so he basically knows about your family?” asked Jessica, shocked.
“Not the whole story, but he knows they don’t live with me.”
“Well, what are you going to do?” asked Jessica.
“I don’t know. I shouldn’t do anything because of the… baggage he has. But, I can’t stop thinking about him at the same time. He’s nice and good looking,” explained Lola. She looked at her friend and clutched her hands. “Jessica, tell me what to do.”
Jessica pursed her lips and hummed lightly. “Go out with him.”
“You think I should?”
She nodded. “If you don’t want him, then you can just forget about him afterwards. It’s as simple as that.”
Lola turned back to her work and sighed, feeling defeated. She knew her friend was right. It made sense to give it a shot, but she just didn’t know if she could muster up the courage to do that yet.
The bell rang. Lola got up and put her books in her bag, shaking her head. “No. I can’t. I just can’t. I’m going to forget about him now. I have better things to do.”
She turned around, but found herself alone. Jessica was gone, the desks were gone and everybody
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