The STD Trace

7. Cray Cray Days and Relationship Games

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Just because Halloween was so very near, it did not mean that I wanted to hear tons of people talking about it, and that’s the honest truth. It’s disgusting to hear about what the sluts of the school want to dress up as. Yeah, it’s so cute to be a slore/bunny for Halloween, because all the cool kids are doing it. I rolled my eyes. That shouldn’t be considered a costume because some people actually dress up like that every day. Cough, cough, Christina.

My Sunday was uneventful. Half of the day I cleaned and sat around watching endless episodes of House because I was just that bored and then the other half I spent thinking about Winston and how lovely his lips felt on mine. I have no idea how I am supposed to face him today. In all honesty, I was scared to even see him. What do I say? “Oh hi, Winston. I know we kissed yesterday and everything, but I sure enjoyed it!” Then throw in a thumb up and a wink. How about… not!

I saw Morgan at my locker and I quickly made a detour. Nothing would be worse right now than her incessant bantering. I really need my History book though… crud! What to do… what to do…

“Hi, Hannah,” a low baritone whispered.

I jumped. “Ah! Are you trying to kill me? What the fu— Oh, hi…” I smiled, turning on the charm.

There in front of me, was the infamous Porter in all his glory. He gave a deep chuckle. “How are you? I knew I’d run into you again.”

“I’m great, never been better. I guess you’re kind of physic, hm?” I winked.

He gave me that gorgeous smile of his. “I try to be… when it comes to women,” he purred.

I opened my mouth to reply as soon as Winston walked down the hall and into my sight. Oh he looks so beautiful today with his loafers, skinny jeans, and burgundy sweater. He doesn’t even have on his glasses today.

“Hannah, did you hear me?” Porter’s voice was too close. I flinched.

“What?”

“Would you be my date to Anna’s party?” He smiled.

I turned back to Porter. Popular-Porter-who-supposedly-belongs-to-Christina-say what now? “Um…” Winston’s eyes met mine and I gave a lighthearted smile which he did not return— his eyes on Porter’s and then he was down the hall. Oh my God, really? Eff my life. I have journalism today too! “Sure, I’d love to.” I gave him a nice wave and then I headed for my locker.

“Hey, Hannah. So I heard about your confrontation with Christina on Friday. I have to say, it was pretty brilliant of you. Man, she was so mad. That’s all she has been talking about like all day today,” Morgan chirped in my ear.

This day just can’t get any worse. I mean, I forgot Morgan was here, even though I went in another direction and bumped into Porter, only to become distracted by Winston. Boys cause all the trouble in the world, maybe I should go team cat lady. Who am I kidding? I don’t even like cats.

“Do you think she’d really decide to ruin your reputation, because that would seriously suck?” She leaned against my locker. I’m this close to punching her in the face out of frustration. “I mean, she does have the tendency to be a sniveling little bitch sometimes. And, honestly, Hannah, you really aren’t all that popular.”

I turned to glare at her.  Was she freaking serious right now? I swung my hand back and punched her in the face. Everyone oohed and ahhed as I watched Morgan slide down my locker and onto the floor, knocked out cold.