I slipped my bag over my shoulder. “Well, apparently, he has changed his mind,” I muttered.
“He is so cute. I don’t know how you turned him down,” Amanda droned on.
I liked Amanda, but I wasn’t in the mood for this. I wasn’t interested in this guy. “I need to get to work. Thanks again for waking me up.”
She nodded, and I headed for the exit. My first day back, and I was already hating school. If I could just blend in and go unnoticed, this would be bearable. I looked up to see Dameon headed my way, and I picked up the pace. I wondered how obvious it would be if I ran to my bike. My faster pace apparently tipped him off that I wasn’t in the mood to talk because he didn’t run after me. I had to get to work, but first I wanted to call and check on Sam.
The entire first week didn’t go very well. The only good news was Dameon had taken the hint and left me alone. However, after falling asleep again in the library during lunch, I realized I was going to have to stop going in there. I forced myself to face the lunch crowd. It really hadn’t been as bad as I thought. Amanda saved me a seat by her, and I liked her friends. Dylan McCovey wanted to reminisce about his July 4th party a little too much, but other than that, it was fine. Most days, I just sat at the table and listened to them talk. Every once in a while, someone would ask me a question or attempt to get me to join the conversation, but my social inadequacies, mixed with my being exhausted, didn’t make for a good conversationalist.
On Friday, Dylan had finally worked up the nerve to ask me about “Don’t Cry,” and I was proud of the way I handled it. I managed to talk clearly through the lump in my throat. My breathing didn’t get too constricted. In all outward appearances, I seemed normal and unfazed. I successfully replied, “I don’t know who it is about. He never sang it for me,” without choking up once. Monday, I had made it through my first period without falling asleep, which happened to be a miracle because Sam still couldn’t manage to get his days and nights adjusted, not even a little bit. I had even called Ms. Mary and asked her what I should do, and she said we needed to keep him awake more during the day. The problem with that when was Jessica wanted him sleeping so she didn’t have to deal with him. I hated to admit it to myself, but my mother was not being a very good mom to Sam. She ignored him mostly, and she still cried frequently. I couldn’t explain all that to Ms. Mary because it made Jessica sound bad, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear her down in anyone’s eyes. She just seemed so fragile.
Anyway, I was still managing to stay awake at school, and after fighting my heavy eyelids during a very boring lecture, I headed straight to the bathroom so I could splash cold water on my face to wake up. I had to fight this sleepiness. I wasn’t going to get the grades for a scholarship if I didn’t stay awake in my classes. I stepped around a group of girls to get through the congested hallway, and one of them pointed at me. I was use to this and I ignored it and kept my eyes on the bathroom.
However, one turned around. “Sadie White?”
I stopped and considered lying about my name, saying no, I was in fact Ivana, an exchange student who didn’t speak good English. But instead, I turned around to see the short redhead whom I’d met at the July 4th party. I immediately realized that unfriendly gleam in her eye.
“Hi, I’m Mary Ann Moore. We met at Dylan’s house this summer, but I doubt you remember me, after everyone you met that night.” She paused, as if I was supposed to say something, but I continued to stare at her, awaiting what she wanted with me. “Yes, well, um, I have the new edition of Teen Follower, and there is a picture of Jax Stone with his new girlfriend, Alana Harvey. She is going to be in his new music video...you know the one called ‘Don’t Cry.’”
I understood what this girl wanted now, and I didn’t know what I had done to her to make her hate me so much. My throat was dry and began closing up. So I decided against responding. She smiled as if pleased with my reaction and handed me the magazine.
“Rock stars are such fickle creatures. One never knows who they’ll want next. You take the magazine, I don’t need it,” and with that she snapped her fingers and the group surrounding her followed after her like a school of fish.
I tried swallowing, but it was no use. I couldn’t manage it. The pain returned again, and I didn’t have the strength to stop it. I turned to run, and Amanda was there blocking my path.
“She is just being mean to you because of Dameon. Now, come with me, and we will get you all pulled back together in the bathroom.”
I followed obediently behind her. “What does Dameon have to do with this?” I asked holding out the magazine she had placed in my hands.
Amanda pulled me into the bathroom, and then took the magazine from me. “Dameon and Mary Ann dated this summer. When she found out he was interested in you, then you became her enemy. Even though she knows you blew him off. I think that makes her dislike you more.”
I frowned. “Why?”
Amanda wet a paper towel. “Because you are blowing off what she wants so badly. See, the thing is, Dameon dated her this summer and, well, after a few weeks, he dumped her flat. She wants him back, since dating Dameon would make her the most popular girl at the school.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “High school is so stupid,” I muttered.
Amanda moved my hand away and wiped my face with a cold wet paper towel. “You need to get a grip on yourself. If everyone thinks they can get to you by showing you pictures of Jax with other girls, you’re going to get hammered by them.”
I walked over to the discarded magazine and picked it up against my will. There on the page in front of me was Jax at the Teen Choice Awards and on his arm was a gorgeous blond with curly hair. I inhaled deeply and sank down against the wall.
“Dang it, Sadie, what are you looking at it for?” Amanda went to take it from me, but I shook my head and held onto it firmly.
“No, let me read it.” I knew the stuff they write in these things wasn’t true, but I somehow wanted to hurt myself further.
“No!” Amanda said firmly and jerked it out of my hands.
I let it go.
She flipped it over. “Sheesh, at least your curls are natural,” she said before throwing the magazine in the garbage.
I closed my eyes against the pain and sat on the floor. The dark blanket seemed to be coming for me, and I knew I was going to have to fight harder to keep it from getting me. There was peace in the blankness, but then I wouldn’t be able to take care of Sam if I went into it, and Sam needed me. I shook my head and stood up quickly before it reached me. I focused on my reflection in the mirror and calmed my features until the haunted look left my eyes. Amanda came up behind me and took my arm.
“It was just a publicity picture,” she said quietly.
I nodded because she had been right. The picture of him with the girl hadn’t been as hard as seeing him so happy in it. I wanted to be happy too. He could be happy. Why couldn’t I? Because I’d been the one to love too much. It would just take me longer than him to smile so brightly. I needed to work on it. Thinking about those around me who did love me needed to be the first place I started. And then there was Sam, who needed me. I had to learn to be strong. Once I had believed I was very strong. Now, I had to find that me again.
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