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is waiting for us in her usual spot by
the side entrance doors. As we approach, I see that she is talking
to a few of her friends as she leans against the railing waiting
for us, acting like she has all the time in the world.
    “Sorry we’re late again, Dejana,” says Logan
reproachfully as we approach the group of girls. He doesn’t need to
interrupt the discussion because all talking has already ceased.
Whenever Logan walks into a room, the girls notice instantly, and
the focus is automatically turned to him. He takes it in stride
though and despite his good looks, Logan doesn’t have an ego about
it. The girls instantly pull him into the conversation by asking
him about the next baseball game. A girl named Emily even went so
far as to put her arm through his, pulling him closer to their
circle of conversation and further away from me.
    As usual, I am invisible, but that’s how I
like it. Logan is purposefully ignoring me; I know this because I
asked him to. He knows I am not comfortable around people still and
he respects me enough not to pull me into a conversation where I
would only feel awkward and unwanted. Besides, he’s popular and
this kind of thing is just what popular people do. Not that I would
know anyway.
    I watch Logan and Dejana as they deftly make
light conversation with her friends. They're talking about things I
would never understand or want to be a part of. I hang back a bit
and wait for the conversation to end so we can go to first period.
Dejana and the others laugh at a comment Logan makes, and I watch
with no little amount of annoyance as Emily leans further into
Logan, using every opportunity she can to touch him. Her perfectly
manicured hand touches his face and I want to lunge and tackle her
to the ground. Heat floods my cheeks as I try to contain my anger
and annoyance. I see other girls flirt with Logan all the time, but
Emily is taking it to a new level. I know it shouldn’t bother me
that she can touch him with her bare hands, but it does. It’s a
completely normal human response to touch when engaged with other
people talking and laughing. Up until now, I haven’t cared. I was
happy being invisible. But things have changed. I may still be
invisible, but dammit, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel.
    Dejana’s laugh thankfully distracts me from
Emily’s blatant displays of voyeurism. Another wave of jealousy
hits me, but thankfully less than with Logan. Despite the fact that
Dejana is my one and only friend, I’ve never expected her to
reciprocate that. But I would be lying to myself if I didn’t
acknowledge that it hurt sometimes. I would never want more
friends; more people around me that I would have to avoid, thanks
to my curse. But watching Dejana being so free with other friends,
I am hit with a stab of jealousy; not of her so much as of
her life . A life I wish I could have, a life I never even
knew I wanted until lately.
    Seeing Dejana and Logan moving toward me
snaps me out of my melancholy thoughts. I was so engrossed in my
thoughts, I had no idea the conversation had even ended. The girls
they were talking to have gone in the opposite direction, never
even acknowledging that I was there. That happens a lot around me
and I am used to it. In my other life, I welcomed being ignored.
But this isn’t my other life anymore.
    Dejana pushes her book bag back up onto her
shoulder as she and Logan make their way toward me. “Well, we now
only have two minutes to get to first period. Anyone up for some
running?” she asks me, not even apologizing for excluding me from
the conversation. “Or would you rather lag behind like you prefer
to do, and not make any more friends?” she asks as if she was
reading my mind.
    I don’t take the bait because honestly, I'm
not sure if I do in fact want more friends other than Dejana. She
knows I prefer to live my life alone, but like a true popular
person, she doesn’t understand why a person wouldn’t want friends.
But I don’t see people