âfriend.â Taylor wasnât my boyfriend, but I wasnât exactly ready to give Lacey the 411 on all things Taylor Frost.
âHeâs not in this class,â I said. âAnd I actually donât know his full schedule.â
âYou arenât talking to him?â Lacey asked. She raised an eyebrow like she didnât believe me.
âNoâI mean yes, I am, but Taylorâs settling into campus and Iâm busy with classes, riding, and stuff.â
Lacey sat back in her seat a little. âOh. Gotcha. Iâll find out on my own.â Her tone was clipped.
Before I could even respond, she turned to one of her friends who had just sat next to her. Lacey whispered something and shot me an annoyed look over her shoulder.
Not wanting to be like Lacey, I took out my phone and typed a BBM.
Lauren:
Did u c what Lacey just did?
Khloe:
No! What?
Lauren:
She was asking me abt Taylor and
I shoved my phone under my desk and put my gaze on the front of the classroom as Mr. Davidson entered.
âGood morning, everyone,â he greeted us.
âGood morning, Mr. Davidson,â we all said back.
The rest of the forty-five-minute period wasnât good. At least not for me. Lacey only looked at me once during class, and when she did, her eyes were narrowed and her lips were pressed together. Her attitude had spread via whispers and under-the-desk texting to almost every other girl in class.
One by one I got a stare and then a look of disgust from my classmates. Iâd never counted down the seconds until a classâs end the way I did in todayâs English period.
Thirty seconds left.
I tore my eyes away from the second hand on the clock and did something I knew Mr. Davidson hatedâI started packing before he finished talking.
Clare and Khloe had BBMed me during the entire class, telling me not to let Lacey and her friends make me feel bad. Weâd been on our phones so much, I couldnât believe we hadnât gotten caught.
I closed my notebook. The lined page was blank except for a date and Notes. I doubted that Khloe and Clare had taken notes either.
â. . . and that sums up todayâs discussion,â Mr. Davidsonsaid as I tuned back in. The blond teacher stood, smiling at us. âWeâll pick up with the final chapter of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings on Wednesday. Heads upâthere will be a quiz tomorrow on todayâs discussion.â
Mr. Davidson let his gaze linger on me. Then Khloe. Then Clare. Then Lacey.
âIf you didnât take notes,â he said, âI hope youâll be able to borrow a friendâs. See you all tomorrow.â
Oh, mon Dieu. The way Mr. Davidson had looked at me made me wish I could evaporate. He knew I hadnât been paying attention, and he was disappointed. Letting down a teacher made me feel awful.
I gathered my book and notebook into my arms, not even bothering to put them into my backpack. In a daze I bolted for the door, barely avoiding a collision with a classmate. I was not going to let a mean girl make me cry. But even as I repeated that over and over to myself, tears blurred my vision as I waited for Clare and Khloe outside the classroom.
THIS FEELS LIKE A BAD MOVIE
BY LUNCH I FELT LIKE I WAS A CHARACTER IN a teen movie. I was the Liked Ten Seconds Ago Girl who had done or said something that caused all of my Used to Like Me Friends to become the Whispering Mean Girls.
I didnât look up from my spot at the corner table in the back ( very back) of the caf, which Khloe and Clare had chosen. Lexa had joined us, and while everyone elseâs lunch trays were almost empty, Iâd eaten a forkful of mac ânâ cheese before pushing away my tray.
âLacey was ridic,â Khloe said.
She, Clare, and I had been giving Lexa the details of the awful English class.
âIâm just glad that Taylor doesnât have lunch duringour period,â I said. âThat