How To Be The Best Third Wheel

Original Edition - Tip 9: Be Polite when Third Wheeling

Wednesdays.

If there's anything that is almost as terrible as Mondays, it has to be Wednesdays. I strongly dislike Wednesdays for a few reasons. First of all, it's right in the middle of the week and it tells you that you're only halfway through the fire pits of torture. It's also not a fresh start to a week, nor a happy ending. It's just there making the days in a week an odd number. Days have pairs! Sat&Sun; Mon&Tues; and Thurs&Fri. Wednesday ruins it!

Sorry for that rant.

Luckily, the first day of school is always on a Tuesday, so we didn't have to deal with the dreadful zombie effect that Mondays seem to have. Time to tackle the second day of school. Or at least survive it.

Tita Gia, Gabe, Seb, and...the other guy, left after dinner last night. Nothing much to say except that the other guy was quite annoying. At least, I only have to deal with him at school, then again after school. Every. Freaking. Day. Ahhh! I want to pull my hair out!

I turn the knob on my new lock, entering my combination. I tug on the lock but it doesn't budge. Shizballs. I've had a locker since freshman year yet I still manage to screw up my lock! I had to get this new one after my locker was broken into last year as a "prank" by a few idiots. I enter it again but it still doesn't budge! Wait...am I entering the right combination?

Okay, I opened this lock just yesterday, but I have a bad memory for these things. I know, I know, how does a seemingly intelligent person forget something as simple as a lock combination? One answer, I don't even know. I remember all of my friends' combinations, but not my own. I can remember the exact date of confederation, I know the parts of a plant cell by heart, and I can tell you a bunch of facts about the terrain in the tundra. But I can't even remember what I ate this morning. No, I'm serious, I don't remember what I just ate!

I try entering the combination once more and it opens. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord Jesus! I say my silent prayer of thanks before doing a little happy dance in the middle of the second floor hallway. Maybe not a little dance, but a full on choreographed routine. Yep, I'm one of those people.

Actually, I have only two personalities:

1. "Super Happy that you want to punch me" personality. This is the me that breaks out into High School Musical songs in the halls. This is also the me that cracks jokes and keeps people thinking positively.

2. "Super Depressed that I want to punch you" personality. This is the me that puts the headphones on, ignores everyone, and proposes a threat to anyone who tries to approach me. This is also the me that thinks negatively about everything and hides in an oversized hoodie.

There is no in between. It is either one or the other.

My happy personality is my usual. But occasionally, I can be more scary than the Wicked Witch of The West. To some, I only have one attitude. Even on my bad days, I try my best to be kind. But I'll turn the world into a living hell if you piss me off more than a few times. To Jameson Bryer, only one of my attitudes are present. It's almost impossible for me to be nice to him! You'd feel the same if you had to endure the ego-maniac he's become ever since the fifth grade.

I place my gym clothes and my lunch bag on the hook and slam the locker door shut. As usual, I head up the stairs to the third floor to meet up with the girls.

I walk in the not-so-crowded halls and occasionally greet the people that I know. After the first day, most people don't give a care about arriving early...or even on time. I turn left to the next hall and now is the moment in which I see him again. He's talking to some other jock whom I've seen around but I don't know his name.

He isn't facing my direction, which is a God-given miracle. I almost let out a gasp, but slowly back pedal to the back of a wall. I might be over exaggerating, but I don't want any unnecessary contact with James. After all, if I have a mandatory schedule with him, I want that non-mandatory time 1000 kilometers away from him.