Saturday, 11th August
This entry also takes place in school, also by the lockers. This happened before lunch on Friday.
Oh, and I know I made a mistake on my first entry calling Lialla Johnson Liala Thompason, but it's not my fault, ok. I have better things to do than master the art of correctly typing out Lialla's name.
Anyways, back to the entry.
So, I was just putting my books away before lunch, when all of a sudden, Lialla comes up next to me from out of nowhere.
"Can I tell Jase you like him?" she asked. Seriously. Those were her exact words.
"What? NO!" I slammed my locker door shut. "What makes you think that'd be O-Kaaaaay with me, even in a million years?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just that, you know, he likes you too. You know that, right? See, he wanted to talk to you." Lialla said. "If you need me to explain it to you like you were less that 0 years old, please...don't...hesitate...
to...come...and...talk...to...me...at...the...elite...table...at...lunch...OK...Catherine?"
"Um, yeah" I said dumbly.
"Well, I'ma go now, I need to meet up with Jennica." Lialla tells me.
Jennica is Lialla's best friend, She's the meaner one of them. Lialla is pretty nice for a member of the Elite Crew or whatever. Jennica, however, is just a sassy brat.
"Okay, bye, Lialla." I leaned against my locker, just thinking. About lots of things. Like, was Lialla lying? She seemed so nice when she told me the news about Jase. But she is a really good actress. Lead in the school play a countless number of times. Then again, I never really saw Jase hanging out with Kassi anymore. But then I never really saw Kassi anymore, because of the fact that her and Jase acting all stupid and fluttery with each other makes we want to puke inside each and every locker in Western Throneston High. And then fry them up like pancakes and eat them. It's just that gross.
Somebody cleared their throat behind me.
"Why does it have to be that gross?" They asked me.
"Um." I froze. I knew that voice. And the owner of the voice heard me think aloud. That voice. Why that voice? I knew it and it knew me! Not that I was a stalker or anything. I just knew it. Slowly, I spun on my heel to face them.
"Hi, Catherine."
"Jase. Hi. What a lovely surprise! I'm Ca-thy not Cath-er-ine, just so you know. Nice to meet you by the way." I said stiffly, plastering a smile on my face. My greeting was so fake I considered adding a "Come on in and make yourself at home." But he would just think I'm crazy. Also it would just be awkward standing in a squished locker together.
"Hey, Cathy." Jase greets me for the second time.
"Hi, Jase." Again. What, is thins going to be like, "Hi, Cathy!" "Hi, Jase," "Hi, Cathy," "Hi, Jase!"
"So, um" Jase leaned against the locker next to mine, which happened to be my best friend Elyz Zereichovich's locker. "I was wondering..."
"...Yeah...?"
"Well, my mom's taking some people to the beach on Sunday and I wanted to know if you'd want to come." Jase offered.
"Um, yeah, well, sure." I said. "What time?"
"I dunno, maybe around noon or so, and then you can go back at like, 3-5 pm."
"Sure, sounds great."
And then the bell, who had been my friend for many years due to saving me from awkward situations decided to turn tables and ring in this nice moment with Jase.
"Well," he said. "See ya then." And walked down the corridor.
"Bye." I called after him, but I'm pretty sure he didn't hear.