I make it to school and walk past Brooke the “two-faced girl” we call her. She gives me a nasty look and honestly, I don’t even care anymore, so I give one back and mind my own business. As I turn the corner, I bump into Levi, my crush.
”I’m so sorry,” I say as I scramble to pick up my supplies.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, it was my fault anyways,” he says with a warm smile.
As I pick up the rest of my stuff, I head to my 4th period social studies. My friend Jessie has the same schedule as me. I caught her by her locker, fixing up her hair.
“Heyyy,” I say as I grab her arm.
“C’mon, Jordan, we’re gonna be late,” she says with a giggle as she closes her locker.
Social studies goes by in a flash, and go off to lunch. As I sit down with the school’s crappy lunch, my friends are already spreading the gossip.
“Did you hear about Brooke asking Jake out?” Angelina says.
“Yeah, I never knew she had such bad taste in guys,” Hailey replies.
As they keep on talking, I slip away to head to my locker and I run into a teacher on the way.
”Where is your hall pass?”
“Uhm, they said I could go to my locker without a hall pass,” I say.
“Well, go back and get a pass; we don’t do that here,” she says.
As I roll my eyes and head back into the lunchroom, my friends haven’t even realized I was gone.
”Hey Jordan, have you heard the news???”
“No,” I reply. “What happened?”
“Zach wants to square up with Alex after school, you gonna watch?” Hailey asks.
“As if I’d wanna watch two immature kids fight.”
“Whatever, you’re missing out,” says Hailey.
The intercom beeps three times and someone starts to speak. “Jordan Michael, please come to the office. You’re getting picked up.”
As I’m about to sit in the car, my mom says, “Jordan, take out the trash when we get home.”
”Do I have to?” I ask sarcastically.
”Don’t play that game with me, young lady. Now do it before I get your father.”
I sigh as I get up from the car seat and walk into my house. I grab the trash bag and take it outside from the corner of my eye, I spot my crush, Levi. He waves, and I wave back. I would go over and talk to him but I don’t have enough confidence, so I put the trash down and slowly walk back into the house to see my brother smirking.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh nothing. I just told mom you have a boyfriend. But it’s nothing special,” he says with a grin.
“What!? No, I don’t,” I say back in defense.
“Too late.. It’s already done,” he answers.
Just then, my dad comes out with an expression I’ve never seen from him.
“This better not be true,” he says, frustrated.
“It’s not—he’s lying!” I reply.
“Don’t give me that crap, who were you talking to then?” he asks.
”I wasn’t even talking to anyone. I was just waving to a kid I know from school,” I say in defense.
“This better not happen again,” he says without another word and my brother smirks before heading back to his room.
