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“I’m a sixteen year old guy… of COURSE all I think about is sex!” Todd smirked as he leaned his seat back on it’s two back legs. He looked just way too proud of his statement for me to leave it untouched.
“No… you always think about sex because you’re a sixteen year old guy… who’s too puny to turn me on; therefore never gets any,” I said bluntly. The betrayed and shocked look on his face made me wish that the battery on my camera phone hadn’t died of neglect. His seat came down hard on all fours as the table we sat at erupted in laughter.
I was Todd’s girlfriend… I guess that meant I was supposed to back him up in his statements of pride and conquest… I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with his attitude today. I was still upset with him from the night before when he came over without saying two words to me or my family, raided our fridge and sat his “I’m so naïve I think I’m popular” ASS on my couch all night watching football.
My name is Annalise, and I’m breaking up with Todd today. He just didn’t know it yet.
“Sorry sweet cheeks, you’re just not doing it for me. Why don’t you look me up once you’ve grown up a bit…. “ I paused for a moment. “On second thought, how about you just never talk to me again.”
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t breaking up with Todd because he sat on my couch all night and then left without saying goodbye. I was breaking up with him because I caught him kissing Kristin Hadding by the south lockers yesterday. Then he had the gall to come over to my house. He didn’t mention Kristin; so I didn’t mention I would be embarrassing him today.
I stood up; gathering my belongings as Todd just sat there too stunned to speak. He was in such a state of shock that I don’t think he really noticed the people at the table having a difficult time catching their breath from laughing so hard. I grabbed my tray and walked off without looking back over my shoulder. I was done with lunch anyway; mashed potatoes and a yeast roll didn’t take long to devour.
“That was amazing!” An enthusiastic, rather nasal voice said from directly behind me. It was Barb, my best friend. “Even I wasn’t expecting that one!”
“Yeah well. He’ll either learn for the next poor schmuck or not - and just be miserable after his short span of High School popularity ends in another year,” I said dumping the tray and walking toward the door with Barb. I’d known Barb since freshman year. It had been an interest three year relationship so far. Barb was a wavering Lutheran from a tight knit family. She didn’t agree with church but didn’t have much of a choice – till she met me.
I’m a Wiccan; well more of an agnostic. My parents were hippies so I’m very lucky my name isn’t Bubbles or something; but it gave me the freedom of open religious research. There were no prior views forced down my throat. So when Barb met me and saw there were other more satisfying choices out there than one of the many Christian choices, she was quite thrilled.
We paused just outside the lunchroom doors waiting for the bell to ring. We weren’t allowed to leave school for lunch, nor could we start walking to our next class early. Rules were made for the stupid; school rules more so than real life. I absentmindedly ran the fingers from my left hand over the pentacle ring on my right index.
“So did you guys talk about Kristin at all last night?” Barb asked.
“Nope. He didn’t say a word about it and I didn’t feel it was my place to be the accuser when I already knew what happened,” I explained. The bell rang, the sound of hundreds of metal chairs scraping on the tile floors erupted from inside. A second later Todd came flying through the other doors and stomped across the courtyard, most likely to skip the rest of the day. Barb chuckled from beside me as we started walking to our Algebra class.