“…it’s just another day.”
“…it’s just another day.”
$28. i feel like i’m way too nice.
$57. 50 =)))))))))))
OHHH $0…..$78 -_____-
$52.50 oh god…
$9. Whoa, party hard.
Methinks @boppsta is cold.
On Thursday, I was sitting in lunch with Cassie when all of the sudden she turned to me.
“Hey, you know what we should do today? We should go get some lattes and hang out at Starbucks after school,” she suggested.
I was going to say yes but then I remembered I was supposed to study with Brian at the Library.
“Sorry, I can’t,” I said.
“Oh come on, please. Why not?” she said.
“I’ve just got this thing I have to do,” I said.
“Oh alright, but we’re still on for tomorrow night, right?” she asked.
“Yea, no problem, I’ll be there,” I said.
“Okay, good,” she smiled.
When Brian walked up and sat next to me, I could tell something was wrong.
“Hey, are you okay? How did your tests go?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said.
“Your fine? Or your tests were?” I said.
“Both,” he said.
“Are you sure? If you want we can postpone this for another day,” I said.
“Can you just drop it? Let’s get to work,” he said.
We got most of my work done but I could tell something was really bothering Brian. But he said to drop it, and I didn’t want to get him angry.
“Well I guess I’ll see you around,” I said when we were done.
“Yea….Val, I’m sorry I’m being such a jerk, I’ve just had a long day,” he said.
“It’s okay, I understand,” I said.
“Hey maybe we can meet on the roof tomorrow night,” he said.
“Sorry, I’ve got plans already for Friday, but Saturday night works for me,” I said.
“Alright, I’ll see you Saturday night then,” he said.
“Okay, see you then,” I said.
I hadn’t felt nervous about getting a quiz or test back in years, but as Mr. Mean handed back our pop quizzes I was practically shaking.
Finally, he handed me my quiz and I almost jumped out of my seat out of joy. I had gotten an 80! Now, I know for a lot of people and 80 is nothing, but for me and is amazing compared to my grades throughout this year. Especially in math, which has always been my worst subject.
When the bell rang, I got my stuff together and was about to leave when I heard Mr. Mean’s voice.
“Miss Picket, could I please have a word with you,” he said.
“Umm, sure Mr. Mean,” I said.
I walked up to his desk and waited for him to speak.
“I wanted to congratulate you on your grade on the pop quiz,” he said.
“Oh, thank you sir,” I said.
“It’s interesting that you would have such a sudden increase compared to your most recent grades. How did you do it?” he said.
“Well actually, I got a tutor and they just started helping me this week,” I said.
“Hmm, a tutor, well keep up the good work,” he said.
“Thank you, I’ll try sir,” I said.
I got to Cassie’s house around 8:00pm, bag and pillow in hand. She was already in her sweats and t-shirt, with her hair in pig tails.
“Yay, you’re here!” she exclaimed.
“Hey Cassie,” I said.
“Let me just grab the food and we can head to my room,” she said.
Cassie went into the kitchen and grabbed potato chips, Hershey bars, twizzlers, and popcorn. When we got to her room, the first thing I noticed was the tower of DVDs on the floor that had to be at least two whole feet off the ground. Cassie saw my look of shock.
“Oh, you thought I was joking? You know me, I mean what I say,” she said.
“Yes, apparently you do,” I said.
I threw my bag on the floor and we both sat down on the bed.
“But before that you need to spill,” she said.
“Spill what? What are you talking about?” I said.
“Oh come on, you don’t blow off your best friend unless a: someone in your family is dying or b: you’re seeing someone. And since you haven’t mentioned anything and your eyes aren’t puffy from any crying, I’m going to go with option b,” she said.
“That is some weird logic,” I said rolling my eyes.
“Val,” she said giving me a serious look.
“Okay, well there’s this guy named Brian-” I started.
“AH!!! Oh my god I knew it!!!! Give me all the details!!!!” she squealed.
“Well, I was hanging out on the roof of my apartment building one night, and then he came up…” I explained.
I described every detail of the night to Cassie. All of course, except for the tiny detail about why I was on the roof in the first place.
Cassie hung on my every word as though life itself depended on it. She seemed more excited about Brian than I was.
“But technically we’re not even going out,” I said.
“Yet. Besides technicalities are so overrated. You two will be going out by the end of next week, I guarantee it,”
“Okay, whatever you say,” I said.
“I’m serious, when are you going to see him again,” she asked.
“We planned to meet on the roof tomorrow night,” I said.
“Oh, on the roof again, that’s so romantic. It’s like the place that only the two of you share together. Aww that and the candy thing is just so cute,” she said.
“Yea, well I don’t know, it just feels so weird. I mean, I haven’t been with anyone since Logan and everything is just so different now,” I said.
“Forget about that jerk, this is good, you’re moving on,” she said.
This is good. I’m moving on. I tried telling myself that the rest of the night, but no matter how many times I said it, I couldn’t make myself believe it.
Chapter 8 Extra-Math Suks
I spent most of Tuesday anticipating my study-date? Plans? I don’t know. Brian had spent most of our night in silence after his little confession. I wanted to know so much, but this afternoon was supposed to be about improving my horrible math skills, not interrogating Brian.
I went straight to the library after school ended because I didn’t want to see my mom and get in a fight before I went to see Brian. I found a table in a nice quiet area and took out my books to make it look like I was trying to study.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian walked in. I saw him and waved him over to the table. He came and sat down next to me with a big smile.
“I can see you’re very excited about studying,” I said.
“It was more the look of dread on your face as you stared at those books that made me smile,” he said.
“Haha, let’s just get this started,” I said.
“I promise, I’ll try and make this as painless as possible,” he laughed.
Brian was actually incredibly helpful. He put all the problems in a situation that I could understand. I would have never guessed him to be a closet math nerd.
After an hour of working, I had finished all my math homework and Brian had even gone over that day’s lesson with me, in simple terms. Finally, we agreed to stop for the day.
“Thank you so much for everything Brian,” I said.
“No problem, and if you want I can meet you here again Thursday, same time. That is, if you can get by on your own till then,” he said.
“Yea sounds good. Will I see you on the roof tonight?” I asked.
“Sorry, I can’t tonight. I’ve got an AP exam tomorrow and Thursday so I really need my sleep,” he said.
“Okay, no problem, so I guess I’ll just see you Thursday afternoon,” I said.
“Yea, see you then,” he said.
He started to get his books together and put them in his bag.
“Oh Brian, one more thing,” he looked up at me, “This is going to sound kind of weird, but I was just wondering…what’s your last name?” I said.
“It’s Mallet,” he laughed.
“Oh okay, well then I guess I’ll see you Thursday Mr. Mallet,” I said.
“Yes, you will Miss Picket,” he said.
“How did you-” I said with a confused look.
“Your name was written on your books,” he said.
“Oh, wow…okay I’m just going to go now, bye,” I said.
“Bye,” he said with a smile.
I walked away, mentally smacking myself over the head with my books. Of course my name was on my books, but I’d forgotten I had written it on them in the beginning of the year.
Oh, and how awkward was that goodbye? I should have just left it at “See you on Thursday” but no, I had to ask his last name. But can you blame me? I mean, I felt like we already know so much about each other, but so little at the same time and I thought that knowing each other’s last names, just might turn out to be important maybe.
Oh whatever. It was too late now. I had already said it and it was too late to take it back. I hope he doesn’t think I’m that much of an idiot.
When I walked into math class the next morning I felt different. Like I actually knew what Mr. Mean was talking about now. It was as though I had this advantage.
Mr. Mean came around to look at our homework and when he got to mine he first had a look of surprise and then a look of accusation.
“Who did you copy this off of Miss Picket?” he said.
“No one, I did it myself,” I said.
“Ha, I highly doubt that, but if you say so,” he said.
When he finished looking at everyone’s homework Mr. Mean stood in front of the class. But instead of starting his lesson, he looked at me and I stared right back.
“Class, since some of you think you can pull one over on me with your homework, I have decided to give you a pop quiz this morning,” he said with a devious smile as we all groaned.
He took a pile of papers off his desk and began to pass them out to each row. The kid Greg who sits in front of me, whispered “this is your fault, you bitch” as he handed me my quiz paper.
I sank back into my seat and prepared to fail, yet again. But surprisingly, I actually understood some of what was on the page. Yes, there were still a few problems I couldn’t understand exactly, but for the most part I knew it. I, Val Picket, actually thought a math quiz was not that hard.
We handed in our quizzes and I had to smile, because I knew I had to get a grade better than a 60 on this quiz.
Who knew I could actually do good in math? Maybe this tutoring thing wasn’t really so bad.
Check out a post from Val’s own personal blog.
As I walking home, it started to rain. Oh great, as if my day wasn’t bad enough. I thought. But apparently it wasn’t, because when I got into the elevator out of all people that could be in the elevator at that moment-Brian was there.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked.
“Detention, what’s you’re excuse?” I replied.
“Band practice,” he said, “Val about the other day-”
“If you weren’t interested in me, you could have just said so,” I sighed.
“You think that’s what this is about? I’m very interested in you, which is why I am so sorry I wasn’t on the roof last night,” he said.
“Well what was so important that you couldn’t come up there the entire night?” I asked.
“I had this thing that ran late, and when I came home my aunt was so pissed she wouldn’t let me leave my room the whole night.” he said.
I knew what that was like, but his answer still wasn’t good enough for me.
“What kind of thing?” I said.
“It’s nothing, I just had to go do it and it ran overtime,” he said, “But please, let me make it up to you tonight, on the roof,” he said.
I didn’t know why I should cut him any slack for not answering my question, but then I remembered how nice he was to me on the roof and how he didn’t ask me any questions, so I decided to give him a second chance.
“Okay, fine, but don’t forget to bring some of your own candy,” I said.
“No problem, 1 o’clock?” he asked.
“Sure, see you then,” I said.
Just then the elevator opened at my floor and I stepped out, with a quick wave goodbye to Brian.
When I walked into the door, mom was waiting as usual, on her couch.
“Where the fuck were you?” she said with an angry tone.
“Detention,” was all I said.
“Are you fucking kidding me!? I’m sitting here starving my ass off, and you at fucking detention?” she said.
“There’s food in the kitchen, why don’t you try making your own dinner or at least getting a job to help pay for it,” I said.
“Hey, we’re doing fine of the money from the government and from your father. Besides I got a few hundred the other day, it’s in my room,” she said.
“Oh yea, how many men did you have to sleep with to get that?” I asked.
“None, I got it at my new job at Chico’s Gentlemen’s Club,” she said.
“Ahh, stripping,” I said.
“Yes, but I didn’t have sex with any of them,” she said, “Plus, the tips are great and it’s only on Friday and Saturday nights,” she finished.
That’s the only thing mom seemed to keep the same after giving birth to me and dealing with dad leaving-her body. She was really good about it. She must have worked out during the day, so I didn’t see it or maybe she took diet pills. It’s not like we eat that much in this house anyway. If you ever saw my mom, you’d think she was 22 and not in her mid-thirties.
I assumed the job must start really late because I didn’t see her leave last Friday or Saturday. Then again, I spend most of my time in my room and on Saturday night we got in a huge fight and she was gone before I went up to the roof.
I went to the cabinet and took out the cereal I had bought the other day, while grocery shopping. Ah, cocoa puffs and milk, what a great dinner. After that I went to my room and once again, tried to do at least some of my math homework so that Mr. Mean wouldn’t flip a shit tomorrow. I did not need anymore detention and I promised Cassie I would try to be good.
After half an hour, I had only done 10 of the 20 questions so I decided just to put down random answers to make it look like I did them. Then I opened my laptop (a birthday present from Uncle Alan) and pulled up my blog page.
I wasn’t the type of person that blogged about everything as little as brushing my teeth but it was a nice place to vent. I didn’t have that many readers, just about 10 or 15. I didn’t tell Cassie or any other people that I thought of as friends, about it. I didn’t want them to see it because I put all my thoughts and secrets out there, including my thoughts about people at school. Don’t worry-I use fake names-but just in case anyone ever recognized the stories, I like to keep my blog to myself.
When I got to the roof Brian was already waiting for me. When I walked up, I noticed he remembered to bring his candy and he had also brought a blanket. I had forgotten my blanket this time, but I still remembered my candy.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, come sit down,” he said as he patted a spot on the blanket next to him.
I sat down and took out the candy I had brought with me. Then I looked over and saw that he had brought the same exact candy as me. He saw me staring, and then realized what had happened.
“I remembered you liked the twizzlers and then I felt like changing up the chocolate,” he started, “I guess great minds think alike,” he said and we both laughed.
“So what grade are you in anyway?” I asked.
“I’m a junior,” he said.
“Oh really? I am too, but I haven’t seen you around at Murry High,” I said.
“Oh no, I go to Irwin High,” he said.
“Oh,” I said.
There was an awkward pause, as I tried to think of something else to ask.
“So detention, you’re more of a rebel than I thought. What’d you do, get in a fist fight?” he said.
“Honestly,” I took a deep breath, “I didn’t do my math homework but not ’cause I didn’t feel like it, I just didn’t get it,” I said.
“Oh, well I hate to admit it, but I’m actually really good at math,” he said. “Seriously?” I said raising an eyebrow.
“What you don’t believe me? Just because I look tough, doesn’t mean I can’t be smart,” he laughed, “but yeah, if you want some help I could meet with you this week,” he said.
“Really? That would be so awesome,” I said.
“Yea no problem, how about we go to the library around 4:00pm tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do to help you,” he suggested.
“Sure sounds great, and thanks, this is really cool of you,” I said.
“No problem,” he said.
After a while of sitting there in silence, he cleared his throat.
“It’s a nice night out tonight,” he said.
“Yup,” I said.
“That’s what I love about this place, you have a perfect view of the stars on a clear night,” he said.
“Are you good at astronomy too?” I said.
“I’m good at everything,” he said jokingly, “Actually I just like looking at the stars, ’cause my mom always liked it,” he said.
“Oh is she…..?” I didn’t finish.
“Yea, she passed away when I was 10 years old,” he said.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” I said.
“No, it’s okay, I’m okay with it now,” he said.
“Well if it helps, I know it’s not the same thing, but my dad walked out on us when I was 13. At least you’re mom wanted to be with you,” I said.
“Yea that sounds rough,” he said.
“Well, we get by fine on our own now, me and my mom,” I said.
We both got quiet again, and sat there eating our candy for a little bit.
“To answer you’re question, about the “thing” that ran late last night,” he took a deep breath and then continued, “I was at therapy,” he said.
I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. I could have asked a million questions at that moment, and I really wanted to. But I didn’t. I just felt like that would be intruding when we didn’t even know each other’s last names and it just didn’t feel like the moment to ask. But I couldn’t help but say to myself, And I thought I was the crazy one.
Chapter 6 Extra
I went through the rest of the day in a daze. I barely heard a word Cassie said to me at lunch and I didn’t even notice anyone else around me. Finally, the last bell rang and the day was over. Oh wait, the school day was over for everyone-but me. I still had detention. I grabbed my books from my locker and headed to the detention room. There were only about 10 other kids, then again it was only Monday. I sat down and Mr. Frankel stared at us with a look of despise. He looked at the clock, saw it was 3:00pm, and got up to close the door. Then he turned back to all of us. “Alright delinquents, here are the rules: No Eating. No drinking. No talking. No doodling. No sleeping. And don’t breath too loud. Just sit there and stare at this board till 4:30.” he stated. I tried to get in a comfortable position, but there seemed to be no way to do that in this desk. Now what should I think about for the next hour and a half? I thought. I tried to keep my mind on trivial subjects like what to have for dinner this week now that I had no chicken left, but soon enough-as always-I thought about Kelly’s party. Kelly Howard was one of the popular girls in our school. Her parents were going to be out of town last weekend, so like any normal teenager with a big house to herself, she decided to have a party. The party was Saturday night-May 8th to be exact. Everyone in school knew about it. It was the kind of party that was an open invitation to anyone who heard about it. Cassie was going to visit a college that weekend with her family so she couldn’t come with me. I told Logan I couldn’t come because I usually don’t go to parties without Cassie by my side. Logan asked me multiple times if I was sure I was okay with him still going but I told him it was fine. Chad was still going even though Cassie wasn’t. He finally accepted my answer and I told him to have fun without me. Saturday came and I was fine all day. Besides, I’m usually not the big partying type anyway. I just went out for a run in the middle of the day and then decided to do some window shopping before I went home. I spent more time than I had expected browsing through the stores and when I came home mom wouldn’t stop screaming. Things got really heated and when I’d had enough, I ran to my room to get away from her. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to get farther away from her than just a room. So I threw on one of my nice, lower cut tops, and some lip gloss, and headed for the door. I didn’t even look at mom, I just said I was going to be back late and left. When I pulled up to the party, it was so packed I had to park a few blocks away. I walked in the door and looked for someone I recognized. Finally, I saw Chad and this jerk Ben, hanging out in one corner with some drinks. I walked over and said hey. “Well hello Val, you are looking fine tonight!” Ben said. “And you’re looking hammered already,” I said as me and Chad both laughed. “Yea he’s a little out of it, but seriously Val, you look great,” Chad said with a smile. “Thanks, but I was wondering have you seen Logan?” I asked. “Umm, last time I saw him he was upstairs, but that was a while ago,” he said. “Okay thanks,” I said. “No problem,” he said. I headed upstairs through the mess of people. When I got to the top I asked a few people if they knew where Logan was and they all pointed down the hallway. Finally, I was in front of the door they had all pointed to. I knew this was not like me, but I was hoping Logan would be happy I surprised him. I opened the door and what I saw was a surprise to me, but not anywhere near the good kind. I saw Logan-in bed-with this slut Amber Tate! “LOGAN!?!?!” I screamed. “Val! What are you doing here!?!” “Oh my god!” was all I could make out at that moment. “It’s not what you think!” he exclaimed. A few seconds later I recovered from the shock, enough to reply to his claim. “Oh really, then what is it exactly!?” I yelled. “I, uhh…we,” he said flustered. “Just shut up! I never want to see you again!!!!” I shrieked. And with that, I ran out of the room and into the first bathroom I could find. I stayed there and cried for a good ten minutes until someone knocked on the door complaining they had to pee. “Miss Picket?” Mr. Frankel asked as he stood in front of my desk. “Huh?” I said. “I said, is there something you need?” he said. “Oh no, I’m fine,” I said. “Okay, then you can leave,” he said. “Oh, okay, thank you,” I said. I got my things together and left that miserable place they call detention.