The Unpopular Popular Girl

Chapter 35

Almost a month had passed since and things were starting to falling into place. I had my priorities straight: studies, school, family and friends. That's all I cared about right now and that was all that mattered either way.

Jason was still a friend but he was busy with school work and other things so, we couldn't hang out as much as we did and I thought that was for the best. There were no more awkward moments between us but I made sure we never hung out at his place. It was asking for trouble. 

There were only a few more weeks of classes left. Everybody was excited about prom. What they were going to wear and who they were going to go with. The only other thing that people talked about was colleges. Everyone already knew where they were going.

Me, I was going to head out to Harvard on the scholarship I had worked hard for. People said they already expected it, that there was no surprise in it for them but it still was a huge deal for me. My mom, friends and the teachers were all happy for me. I, on the other hand, was bittersweet of the whole situation.

Even though I was excited about heading out to my dream college, I was vary of leaving my mom. She tried to cheer me up by telling me how she has business trips every month so we could meet up but I knew it was as hard for her as for me if not more.

Damon was joining NYU. He too had landed his scholarship. Caroline was planning on join him. Those two were going really strong and it made me happy to see them together. It no longer made me uncomfortable.

Reese was staying behind and joining a community college because of her mom's health. Her mom had been diagonised with cancer and her dad had quit Nimitz and was working locally to be around her more. The doctors were saying that she was going to make full recovery but they didn't want to take any chance. Guess who could blame them?

Kevin and her hadn't worked out owing to some petty differences. She was currently going out with Mike who also like her was staying behind.

Jason was going to the University of Florida. He said the only things that he loved were girls, football and beaches, so when he was offered a scholarship to Florida there was no way he was declining. In his words, 'it was like God's own graduation present to him.' 

As for Sean, he was coming to Harvard too. The last game had landed him the college. I didn't quite know how I felt about it knowing he was going to be there in the same college as me but I decided to not think about it much. He had stopped trying to directly talk to me but that didn't mean he didn't keep sending glances my way. Sometimes he would walk by me and I could swear I heard him apologise but I mostly ignored these. It was the heated stares he gave me when our eyes met which made me feel all kinds of weird. I always looked away guiltily thinking back on the night of the game. I always felt I cheated on him though I didn't know why. There were rumours of him doing the dirty with some leggy blonde and we weren't even together when I did it but still it never made me any less uncomfortable around him.

Once we reached school and parted ways I walked down to my locker, took out my things and entered the classroom. I sat in my place quietly waiting for the teacher very well aware of two very blue eyes on me. I decided to ignore them and adjusted in my seat.

Just then there came an announcement through the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, a very good morning to all of you! The senior year prom is all but one week away now and everyone is excited to ask out their dates. Let's hear out today's five requests..."

I droned out the rest as some guy named James started asking a girl named Rose to be her date and said some really cheesy lines. Just then the class door opened and a guy, who I assumed was James, with a bouquet of rose entered kneeling in front of Rose and continued asking her. She nodded her head and the class hooted as they kissed. I felt a lone tear roll down my eyes quickly wiping it away before anyone saw. It was still very difficult for me to see or hear anything romantic.