didn’t really get it. So I looked around the room instead. There were many people I hadn’t seen in months, yet I recognized most. People were still staggered around the room where you would expect them. Most people hung out with the same groups. Group A was glaring at Group B, while Group C was checking out Group D. Nothing was any different than when we were in high school. I looked down at the clothes Amy insisted I wear as my usual jeans and sweatshirt were not ‘Amy party approved.’ I was wearing the same kind of clothes I did in high school, and I was sitting with my same two best friends. From the outside, nothing had changed here either.
Unfortunately, from our seat, and in my distraction of looking around the room, I found Logan Jones. He was one person I never wanted to see again. We didn’t exactly have a nice break up. In fact, I had yet to talk to him since the day I said I was finished with him.
Logan was at the pool table with Becca Chance. I had known Becca since we were in grade school. She was the princess type that did whatever she wanted and got whatever she wanted from Daddy. He would move the world if she asked. She wasn’t accustomed to being told no. I had no doubt that she had been aggressively pursuing Logan since before we broke up. Becca was needy and demanding, which made such a nice combination. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost .
Becca was leaning down to the table to hit a ball, obviously doing her best to show off her only asset—ones Daddy bought for her sixteenth birthday.
“And did you hear about Sara and Sam?” Steph asked me, trying to get me to join the conversation going on beside me. I shook my head no . I really hadn’t heard about anyone, and didn’t really care. I wasn’t into the high school gossip circle anymore.
“How could you not hear about them?” Amy replied, surprised.
“Umm, you know, eight hours away in the cold snow. She walks up hill both ways to get to class,” Steph teased.
I smiled along with them as they laughed, but it still stung. I remember how much they teased me before I had left. I joked right along with them. I was too scared to be able to tell them I was really excited to go so far away. They wouldn’t have understood. I really felt like I was moving off to the middle of nowhere, and I was scared completely. It would have been nice to have them support me and tell me that I would do great. It wasn’t the same now. I had lived there for three and a half months. It was more like home than this place was. I didn’t need their support. I actually did do just fine moving away. That one little step made me feel like I could do anything.
“I’m kind of busy with classes,” I replied, answering Amy’s question about hearing gossip before they could continue teasing me.
“Or with boys.” Amy winked at me. That part was very much true. Seth had spent all semester, thus far, trying to get me to go out with him. A large part of my extra time did have to do with boys, or one boy in particular.
Amy still didn’t get her chance to corner me alone, and she knew I wasn’t going to say anything with everyone sitting around us. I mean, my ex-boyfriend was only feet away, and he wouldn’t like to hear about my new dates. I wasn’t looking forward to that grilling. What was I going to tell her? My imaginary boyfriend, who doesn’t exist in our time, but who I plan to bring back, went to my school before he disappeared. That would be believable. Luckily for me, someone shouted from the wet bar, and I was saved from talking further.
“Come and get it,” some guy from Bishop Glenwood shouted a second time.
I followed Amy and Steph as they stood and joined everyone heading over to the bar and the games that were sure to follow. I took a glass of whatever Amy shoved into my hand. I looked down at the drink and didn’t even have to consider drinking it. Normally I was all for fun with my friends, but now I wasn’t sure I should ever have
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