Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

I never wanted to talk about the kissing thing that happened 20 minutes ago but sitting here and watching it reoccurring after the announcement of our school camping trip. I find myself asking this same question over and over again. Will Steven go on the trip? Would he go with Christy? Hell!.

School trips aren't my thing and this one is involuntary which I don't have to go but seeing this happening right in front of me, I became alerted of the situation I am in. So because I let myself feel for once I am now clinging to this whole thing which is absolutely ridiculous but hurting.

"Will he go?". I ask Clara who was busy scrolling through her book after so many tries of making me open up to her which didn't happen. She looked at me briefly and said she would like to check if they bought a ticket. Ticket for camping? I groan and covered my ears as Christy's squealing gets louder.

The whole class has been jubilating about this camping stuff which I didn't find interesting. After some seconds Clara came back with two tickets. "They're going". She said softly. "And I got one for us".

"I'm not going". I said and meant it. "Why should I go, camping ain't my thing".

"Hey, this isn't just camping, it's a once in a lifetime activities in Brighton High and other relative schools!".

"One in a lifetime?".

"Mmm-hmm, well... I meant an opportunity for students to explore and experience new things and these opportunities come once in 10 or 20 years, other seniors didn't get this opportunity and I heard no one ever won the challenge".

"What challenge?". I ask trying to picture the whole scenario in my head which was blank.

"I don't know! Maybe we should use these few days to query the last groups that went on the challenge".

"How are we gonna do that!".

"Ask extremely OMG". Clara smiled. "And speaking of who". She gasps as Mike which I'm pretty comfortable in calling him rather than extremely OMG like other students preferred to even in his presence walked in the room with the class register.

"Why would you say that!". I pinched Clara as we stood for class attendance. This attendance shit all started with Michael. Cuba didn't do, now, it's getting on my nerves been.

"Because he's kinda friends with you?".

"Friends? Hah!". I said aloud, not sure how loud it was, everybody turned looking back at me. "Sorry". I grin.

"Ms. Cila?". Michael called, his face not smiling but cute.

"Yes?".

"You and Ms. Wayne, please meet me in my office".