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CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”
~Herman Hesse
PAST
Something awful had happened when we started going to high school. It wasn’t immediate, more of a gradual shift, but nonetheless detrimental to me.
Dante was physical and he always seemed to need an aggressive outlet for it so, much to my chagrin, he was often in some sport or other. Football was his favorite so every fall from the time we were in sixth grade, he had practice. Every year practice seemed to eat up more and more of his time.
I tried to take it well, but I was so jealous of his time and attention that I didn’t. But I did try.
I started taking drama after school myself, and it suited me. My stutter still plagued me at the worst of times, so I never got a speaking role in the school plays, but I was happy to fill extra spots and work on the set.
I thought for a while that it would work. We both had things to do, opposite interests that took up our time.
I’d finish drama and go watch him from the bleachers, sometimes I’d do my homework, sometimes I’d read, sometimes I’d just ogle him, and then we’d either drive or walk home together.
On paper it sounded great, but that’s not what happened.
In high school it became apparent that he was quite good at everyone’s favorite sport and for some reason it started to matter to people and seemingly overnight he was one of the popular kids.
It was awful for me. I was no more popular than ever. In fact when jealous girls got wind that I was his girlfriend and just how long we’d been an item, and how smitten he was with me, I was more hated than ever, which was saying a lot.
I started getting into fights again. Bad ones. And I was old enough now that I was getting in serious trouble for it. I almost got kicked out of school for one incident with a girl in the locker room (a girl who unfortunately also happened to be the daughter of one of the local sheriffs) that involved her dumping Gatorade on my head and me slamming her face into the locker.
It’d predictably started with the familiar mocking chant of, “Hey, trashcan girl.”
I was resigned to the fact that I would never live this down. It was a part of me. It was a thing I had to own that would always make me an outcast.
I was odd. I had been shaped by uncommon, un-relatable things. This I knew.
And since I couldn’t get into a fight every time I heard that, even with my temper, I ignored the first verbal jab.
We’d just finished gym class. Normally I liked gym. I didn’t talk to any of the girls in my period, but there weren’t many kids I talked to. I was good at being a loner. It suited me. The things I heard the girls talk about couldn’t have interested me less.
All they seemed to do was complain about things they could easily change or things that were so insignificant they sounded like petty brats for complaining about them.
One didn’t like her thighs. One hated her butt. One was too flat-chested, her best friend had huge boobs that she hated.
This one had fat fingers, that one had big feet. One complained for an entire mile that her mom had cut off her credit card when she’d overcharged it. Another couldn’t believe her daddy had bought her a used car.
Oh the humanity.
I had no patience for it. I didn’t feel like humoring them with their petty, wonderful lives with parents that loved them and normal problems.
Some of us had real problems. Ones that weren’t skin deep. A real problem was waking up every day to a world that had cast you aside, a world that had no place for you, with peers that hated you and cards stacked against you.
A real problem was being trash and having everyone around you know it and point it out regularly.
A real problem was being fundamentally unlovable. Struggling everyday not to hate yourself.
So I tried my best to tune them out and apply myself to whatever physical thing they had us doing. Today it had been tennis, which I liked just fine. The smaller the teams the better. I wasn’t the best team player.
I was actually in a good mood before she’d said that. I was a terrible student, so P.E. was naturally my favorite class, and it was last period. Now I was changing fast because I got to see Dante for a bit before he went to practice and I went to drama.
