Why is everyone so freaked about homecoming?
I mean, I understand the hype (even if I don't participate in it) and the lead up and stuff. But I fail to grasp why it matters if a guy who is in a long-term relationship with a girl still be expected to ask the girl to homecoming. I mean, honestly? If two people have been in a relationship for 10 months, why can't it be assumed that the two will go to homecoming together?
Maybe, along with everything else stereotypically high school, this expectation just flies over my head. But it really does bug me that a girl in my TV class was so pissed that homecoming is in three weeks and her boyfriend, thus far, has assumed they are going together.
Until later my cookies,
Me
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And now a random bit that I randomly chose from my Unfinished (and probably never to be) folder
The moment Caroline stepped from the classroom she was surrounded by four girls.
“So, new girl, what’s up with you anyway?” One of them asked. She looked vaguely familiar.
“Leah?”
“Yeah. I’m Leah.” So she was in Caroline’s homeroom. She’s the one Mrs. Welsh had her sit behind. “And this is Amber, Lacy, and Adrienne.”
Caroline laughed. “What’s so funny new girl?”
“You’re initials spell Lala.”
“What so funny about that?”
“Nothing. I’m just good at seeing patterns.” She stood there wishing they would move so she could get to Calculus. When they didn’t she figured she would have to say something. Oh joy. “So…I take it you’re the welcoming committee?”
They all smirked. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Leah said.
“Well, thanks. I feel welcomed. You’re blocking my way and I have to get to class,” she moved to walk past them and down the hall but the Lalas stood their ground.
“You’ll be fine. It’s your first day so no one will care if you’re late,” the one named Adrienne said.
“That may be true, but I’d rather not test my luck.” Caroline stood there mentally debating whether or not to stay and talk or just push past them. Before she had a chance to decide Amber started talking.
“There are three things you should know about Burke. Three rules so to speak. One – ”
Lacy cut in, “We’re in charge of almost everyone. Two – ”
Amber again, “We will not hesitate to take you down if necessary. So, stay on our good side. And most importantly–”
Leah, who was obviously Queen Bee took over. “Stay away from Carter Pilot.”
“Let me guess…he’s yours.”
She laughs dryly, bitter. “No. At least not yet. He’s crazy independent and single. He’s the hottest guy in school.”
Caroline clicks her teeth together, knowing that she will be late now. “Lovely.” The girls stare at her like she certifiable. “He’s not my type. I’m not a clone, like you four are.”
Leah’s eyes narrow. Lacy, Amber, and Adrienne all frown at me. “I really do have to get to Honors Calc so if you’ll excuse me.” Caroline pushes her way between them. Before walking away she turns around. “By the way, it was nice to formally meet you all. See you around.”
“Watch out new girl, you’re already on a short string.”
“One, I don’t care. Two, my name is Caroline. Car-o-line. Got it?” When they didn’t respond she continued. “Bye Lulu, Anna and Drea…or whatever your names are.”
Not wanting any more of their trouble she turned and walked to Calculus.
I hate this school. I miss South Carolina. I need an iced mocha with extra caffeine. This day was only getting worse.
As she was walking with her head down she was halfway down the hall before she realized someone was next to her.
“Hello.” She was back to being polite again. The Lalas may be bitches but that didn’t mean she had to be snotty to the entire school.
“Hey. So I saw what you did back there, with the Kittens back there.”
“The who?”
“Leah, Lacy, Adrienne, and Amber. They are known around here as the Kittens.”
“As in the Sex Kittens?”
“That’s not the reason they chose the name, but it’s still pretty accurate.”
Caroline nodded. This boy seemed nice enough but after that little ordeal with the Lalas she wasn’t really in the mood to deal right now. They had reached the staircase that Mrs. Welsh told her to take.
“Well, my class is up stairs so I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
“No need to leave. My class is upstairs as well.” That’s just fantastique for Caroline. She forced a smile and nodded.
They walked in a semi-uncomfortable silence up the stairs. Why did my parents have to move me to Nowhere Land? With Nowhere Land People who can’t carry on a conversation? She thought. Maybe she could scare him away with her intelligence.
“What’s you favorite flavor of quark?” she asked, not expecting him to know what a quark is. Hoping he would assume it was some kind of food and answer accordingly. Instead he surprised her.
“Charm, because they remind me so much of myself. Charming and intelligent.” He turned and glanced at Caroline. She was surprised that Nowhere Land Boy knew what a quark was. He obviously knew enough about them to know the different flavors. Her mouth practically hit the floor.
He laughed. “Yeah, didn’t think Hick Boy from Nebraska would know much about Chemistry did you?”
“No.”
He put on a face of mock-pain. “Ouch. Brutally honest, new girl.”
“My name is Caroline.” She had been here less than an hour and no one could seem to grasp that she actually had a name like the rest of the world.
“So I heard.”
Caroline had a snarky comment ready but the bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. “Damn,” she said, mostly to herself.
“Wow, looks like new girl has a mouth. And doesn’t like to be late for class.” It was rhetorical so Caroline didn’t answer. “But don’t worry, like the Kittens said, your teacher won’t care.”
“Yes, but I do.”
“Oh, well. Where is your class anyway?”
Caroline, who hadn’t been paying attention to where they were walking looked around. The first thing she realized was that they had finally reached the fourth floor after a treacherous journey up the staircase from Hell. She saw more of the awful lockers that the school provided lining both sides of the hall. They were an awful green color. It looked like grass had thrown up and then the painted the lockers with that. Eww.
Little gray plaques next to the barely-there windows marked the classroom numbers. There really was no rhyme or reason to the number. They were all 300 numbers but in no way chronological. The first number she saw was 327 and she needed to get to 342. But where is that? She could ask but that could be seen as weakness.
“Hello?”
“Hm?”
“What class are you supposed to be in?”
“Oh,” Caroline said. “Um…” she glanced at the room numbers one more time. Thankfully, they had ended up right where she needed to be. “Here!”
“Honors Calc,” he said. “I’m impressed.”
They had stopped walking now. Caroline waited for him to leave so I could go into class. When he didn’t move on she looked up at him. “So, um, thanks. I guess I’ll see you around then?”
“You’ll see me sooner than that, you’re stuck with me during class.”
“What?”
He smirked down at her. “You thought that you were gonna get rid of me that easily?”
Maybe, she thought. Hopefully.
As nice as Mysterious Boy was, and charming, Caroline wasn’t naturally open to conversing with Nowhere Land inhabitants.
