Unbreakable Rules (Too Many Rules Book 3) by G.L. Snodgrass Page B

things had changed.
    Mary Ellison and Beth Roberts had decided to join the Jarret camp. I guess I couldn't blame them, their boyfriends were teammates of his. It seemed that Jarret had spent the blackout period visiting friends. Telling everyone that he had to break up with me because I was a cold, vindictive bitch who didn't understand his sensitive soul.
    He actually used that term, sensitive soul. I swear he must have looked it up on-line because he never would have come up with it on his own.
    Brittney being Brittney, of course, hung true. You've got to give it to her. She never bought into the whole sensitive soul part. She'd laughed out loud and reverse snorted half a Coke the first time Mary had told her. That's my Bri.
    The school seemed to have come down to a forty-sixty split. Forty percent for me of course. In reality, it was probably closer to thirty. But, forty sounds better. Anyway. I wasn't being ostracized, or shut out. Nothing that blatant. People had to be careful. You never knew. The two social pinnacles might get back together.
    My fellow students weren't idiots. They'd play both sides until things settled out, but I could already tell how it was going. Fewer smiled greetings in the hall. A turned back here, a rolled eye there.  Jerry Sands was holding a party this weekend and I hadn't been invited. Little things.
    I've got to admit, it hurt a little. What surprised me though was exactly how little it did hurt.  A couple of weeks ago I'd have been a raging cyclone of anger.
    How dare he act like it was all his idea and I was the bad person in all of this? I'm sure there would have been a very public display of ass chewing. I just couldn't seem to muster the same level of worry. It wasn't that important and I didn't know why.
    Maybe because I could see the end coming. Seven weeks from now we'd graduate, and I'd rarely see these people again.
    Maybe it was the idea of my mom and Nana talking late into the night around our kitchen table. I think Aunt Susan's illness had scared them both.
    They were making a real effort to talk out issues and history. Maybe it was the time I spent over at Ryan's. I'd been shown that there was a world outside my own little universe of Prom and Homecoming. Who was wearing what and who was dating whom? There was so much more to life.
    "Okay, that's it," Mr. Sinclair said, signing off on the last article and hitting the "go" button on his computer, sending the school paper to the printers.
    He nodded to Eric Jenkins and said, "Good Job."
    We reporters on the school paper's staff relaxed in our seats. No rewrites this time, we were getting better. It'd only taken us seven months.
    "I want to try something a little different this year," Mr. Sinclair said as he stood up and walked to the front of his desk. "I've discussed it with Eric and he's onboard. I want you to interview the students you think are going to make the biggest impact on the world in the future. You know, one of those, 'They were that, back when,' type of articles. The type of thing that you guys can discuss at your fortieth reunion. What do you think?"
    "Do you mean like, 'Who is most likely to succeed?’" someone in the back asked.
    "No, more than that. Who they are, what they see their future being. Imagine if you could go back in time and interview Hillary Clinton when she was in high school, or George Bush, Katy Perry, or Russell Wilson. What would you ask them? What would future generations like to know?"
    Silence fell over the class as we pondered his suggestion.
    John Simpson raised his hand. "How about Tim Barley? He got an appointment to West Point. I bet he's a famous General someday." It seemed to open the floodgates of ideas.
    Mr. Sinclair began writing names on the board.
    "Yeah, how about Randy Cleaver, he's wicked on the guitar, his band's pretty good, have you heard him?"
    "Marla Woods is going to Harvard, she wants to be a doctor. A surgeon."
    "Jarret McGee. He's bound to start at Oregon in a