I survived the dentist. All that scraping made me think I must have had the worst teeth in the world. No cavities. Amazing. I'm kind of a soda guy. I'm trying to cut back. Says my wisdom teeth are..well...so so. He kind of wants to take them out. Don't want to think about that.
Ate lunch with the step-mom. She'd done her best to get my Dad to go and stuff, but no. Not gonna happen. He's gotta work. It wasn't quite a fight, but she told him he needed to start doing things with me before it was too late. He doesn't have to. I'd rather he didn't. I mean, hey, we've made it this far, you know.
So I didn't get to school until after lunch. I saw Steph and...well, it was like being in a tailspin, you know. And she didn't say a thing. Naturally. But as I'm getting out of the school near the parking lot, my cell goes off and its Steph.
Of course, she says first thing, "Don't turn around?" Of course, I see her across the way. I almost waved but instead turned back and walked away.
"What's up?" I was all Mr. Casual, like I can hang up anytime I want to. Of course, I didn't. We talked about the whole week. Classes. TV. People. Last thing she says, "Jen doesn't want me talking to you."
Great. Just great. Who said she was the queen, you know? She wouldn't have survived in Heathers. She'd be a joke on prime time TV. What the hell? I mean, here we are in the middle of no where and she'd have it her head she's in charge of the social circles.
"What do you mean?" I say almost screaming into the phone.
"She says you need to be alone right now," Step says.
"WHAT?" OK, I'm ready to spit some mighty fine vocabulary about and It won't get me any brownie points with Steph. So much violence going through my head. I am most definitely not talking to Jen.
OK, I DID TALK TO HER. Went right up to JEN. Said some really mean things that I'm not sure I can even remember how I said them, but I can guarantee I used the word FUCK more than once. It was something that started with "Where do you get off with this shit...." And naturally, I told her I hated her and it was all her fault why things were the way they were at school.
Did she have anything to say for herself? No. Nothing.
Anyway, I'm going to that stupid basketball tournament on the bus with Steph, and I'm not suiting out just to sit on the bench. I am going to have myself a good time with a friend who is now talking to me.