Due to the fever and inability to stop shivering, I miss all day Monday and Tuesday, but by Wednesday feel well enough to try school. Coach called the night before and got an update, suggesting that I not come back to practice until Thursday to make sure I am well rested enough for competition on Saturday.
Classes are a relief, and my teachers are merciful in the amount of work I have to make up, but Jamie sits with the basketball team at lunch. I tried to call her the night before, but Jamie hung up the phone when she realized it was me calling.
I want to talk to Rebecca, but Rebecca avoids me. Jessie and I speak briefly at practice, but I have the feeling that Jessie secretly sides with Rebecca and thinks that I side with Jamie out of loyalty since I've been friends with Jamie longer. Still, Jessie seems confused with Rebecca's actions and is not ready to declare open hostilities, either. The whole thing reminds me of a dumpster fire.
None of us speak to each other, mostly out of confusion about who silently sides with whom, and we all seem equally miserable. The one time I spot Carl in the hallway, he meets my eye for a second and then looks away. I detect a slight smirk on his greasy face. If I wasn't holding Danny's hand, I would march over and decked Carl as hard as I can, suspension be damned. Danny knows this too because he tightens his hold on my hand.
Cheer practice, the only bright spot in my day, has a cloud lingering in the form of my stunt group's back spot. If school wrenches me emotionally despite its literally hundreds of distractions, what on earth will an intimate environment like church or Youth Group be like?
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