Summer tried to mask the hurt washing across her features with a small, closed mouth smile, meekly playing with her hair as Debbie informed her that itd be just her, Jake and Mallory going for lunch, despite having agreed to the outing just minutes prior.
It was situations like these that struck cords with Summer. She hated feeling excluded or like people didnt want her around. She felt smaller than a bug, wanting nothing more than to protest and plead with Debbie to let her come along, like a child with its mother.
Stifling a heavy, ragged breath, she tried to compose herself. Inviting herself on an outing had been a mistake, she knew that for sure now and the only option she had to dig herself out of the hole she made was to suck it up and not fight it and hope people would like her more for it.
I mean, personally, I wanted all of us to go out and get to know each other, thats all. I might have missed something, but Francis never asked me out on a date. If he wanted to, he has my number and knows how to get ahold of me. Not to mention I cant exactly go on a date dressed like a hobo, She feigned a laugh to hide the disappointment in her voice as she motioned toward her sundress.
Its okay, though, She said, partially in response to Franciss comment, not wanting him to get into a fight with Debbie. You guys have an awesome time! And tell you what, She continued, reaching into her large purse and pulling out four of her unused campaign buttons and a purple sharpie, quickly scribbling IOU and her phone number over them before handing them to the group, I owe each of you a lunch, okay? Well hang out when everyone is up for it. Just call or text me if youre ever free and hungry.
Returning her sharpie to her bag, Summer forced a smile and made her way over to her locker to retrieve her coat. She quickly put her combination in and opened the door, flushing brightly when she saw one of her own posters staring back at her along with a handwritten note. Grabbing the note and her coat, she quickly shut the door to prevent anyone from seeing, not wanting, especially Debbie, to look down on her for having it.
Reading the note, Summers feigned smile became real. Miles, or Smiles as she called her, never gave her a reason to dislike him. Despite all the horror stories shed heard, she couldnt remember a single time hed ever treated her badlyif you didnt count voting for Naomi over her.
Stashing the note delicately in her purse, she pulled out her cellphone, scrolled down to his name and quickly wrote out a text.
hey, tell me a joke? I need some cheering up :-(
Feeling no better than she did when she entered the Student Centre, Summer left the bleak area, still smiling at people like she always did, a thin veneer protecting her emotions from everyone but herself.
** Summer Simms continued in...