I’m getting that sick feeling in my stomach again. What is wrong with me? Why do I have to say such stupid things? I just don’t know when to drop the joke. I bite my lip as I watch Lucy wave as she walks away. It’s not that she’s mad, because she isn’t. She’s too good natured for that. It’s slutty Jocie who’s making an issue out of it. “God, girl. You are so embarrassing,” she says, turning away from me.
I swallow hard and ignore it. I was only teasing- I wasn’t really thinking at all. I just thought it was so dang funny.
Jocie is babbling about the french exchange student she made out with last night. I’m not really paying attention. To be honest, I just want to crawl off into a corner and smack myself. I like Lucy. I want to be closer friends with her.
“God, where is Bluma?” Jocie complains angrily and then titters, “Isn’t her name is so weird?”
“I think it’s cool,” I say stiffly, looking away. I don’t want to provoke Jocie, but sometimes she just pisses me off. Maybe it’s just that I feel sick.