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“Go away Taylor,” I said as I tapped my drumsticks over a snare drum.
“I’m still sorry to hear it Elliott,” she said, a cruddy grin on her face.
“Go away Taylor!” I yelled.
She sat back down in her seat and she and her little posse started whispering and laughing. Class began and it took my mind off things. Music always did that for me. There was something soothing about playing the drums.
After class, I rushed to Chemistry and sighed when I saw Jules sitting at our lab table. I plopped beside her and turned my stool her direction.
“Jules,” I said.
“We can’t talk about it just now Elliott,” she said.
I turned my head and saw twenty pairs of eyes focused in our direction. I fixed my stool and didn’t say another word until the end of class. She darted out as quickly as possible toward her car.
Over her shoulder she threw out, “I’ll meet you at your truck. Just let me get my car.”
I felt a little better that she sounded so reasonable. I sat on the hood of my truck waiting for her to come around. I saw Taylor and Marisa walking my direction and prayed they would walk right past me.
“Feelin’ lonely?” Taylor asked.
“Not at all,” I said. “Go away.”
“So grumpy Elliott. I wonder why,” she said glancing at Marisa.
“Go away Taylor,” I said.
I wanted to act as neutral as possible with her. Taylor was exactly the kind of girl that mistook negative attention for good.
“Well, after that little speech today, Marisa told me that she thought you might want someone to talk to.”
“Sure she did,” I said.
Taylor tried to sit next to me on the hood but I put my hand up.
“Don’t even think about it Taylor.”
She stopped and stood a few inches beside me legs. She rested her arm on the hood and let her hand inch closer to my knee.
“What are you doing Taylor?” I asked, jumping off the hood.
Jules came driving around and parked in the empty space beside me. She got out of her car and Taylor and Marisa stood firmly together.
“What’s going on?” Jules asked tucking her hands in the back of her jean’s pockets, probably trying to restrain herself.
“Nothing,” I said, glancing over my shoulder, “Taylor and Marisa were just leaving.”
“Yes,” said Taylor, “I just came over to offer Elliott some assistance.”
“Assistance?” Jules asked, her brows pinched.
“Yeah,” said Taylor. “After Elliott’s little speech to Jesse Thomas today at lunch I thought that since you weren’t doing him any favors that I might be able to help.”
“Favors?” Jules asked fully comprehending. “So, Elliott, you told Jesse Thomas that I don’t do you any favors?”
“He told the whole lunch room,” Taylor interrupted.
“Is that true Elliott?” Jules asked, pain flashing across her face.
