My sister, Genevieve, said that she would take me to get ice cream tonight, after dinner. It was after dinner now, so we were on our way.
"How are things, Naomi?"
"What things?" I asked.
"The normal things. How's school?"
"Good. Except for Derek."
Genevieve sighed. "Still?"
"What's he doing?"
"I don't know."
"Is he talking about those things again?"
I nodded. I felt like this conversation was getting bad, and I don't want the bad things to start coming out.
"How was work, Gen?"
"Naomi, you can't let him do this to you. It's not healthy."
"Do you understand what could happen if he doesn't stop talking about that stuff?"
"Do you want me to talk to the principal?"
"Naomi. Please do something about it."
"No." My eyes started watering.
"No." I covered my ears. "I don't want to listen."
Genevieve bit her lip. "Ok, lets just eat some ice cream."
She parked the car.
Inside, there were a bunch of people. There were a lot of nice people, and a lot of mean people.
We sat at our usual table, and my sister went to get the ice cream. I picked up my book, The Hunger Games-this was the tenth time I read it- and started to read. When I say this, I really mean it. Not even ten seconds later, a senior walked up to my table and sat down.
"What are you reading?"
"I can see that." He said.
"The Hunger Games.''
I heard him laugh.
I looked at him. He had no right to sit down at my table and then laugh at my book. He was definitely a mean person, but he was a senior. The boy went against the rules completely. But, I guess he can do what he wants to. And since I am a sophomore, it isn't like I can boss him around.
"Sorry." he said.
"What's your name?"
"My name's Harry."
''Nice to meet you."
I started to read my book, hoping that he would take that as a signal that I wanted him to leave. Of course I would never tell him that.
"Naomi, is this a friend of yours?" Genevieve asked.
"Um I wou-"
"I'm a friend of hers. My names Harry."
"You've never mentioned him to me before."
"We just met."
"I don't want to disturb you two as you eat your ice cream, so good bye. Naomi, I'll see you soon."
Harry walked back to his friends.
"He's cute." Genevieve said.
''I guess so."
This might be mean, but he was weird. I mean, he just sat here and started talking to me. Genevieve was right, though. Harry was a little cute.
"How was work?"
She went on to explain how no one listened to her and did their own things. Then she said that she was glad that I listened. I'm glad that I listen, too. Because if I didn't then my sister and I wouldn't be friends. My sister is the only friend that I have. Except for Harry. But I don't know Harry that well.
"Are you excited?"
"I am to see mom, if that's what you're asking."
"What are you going to say to her?"
"I am going to tell her about school."
"Are you going to tell her about the things?"
"The bad things."
"No. I don't want to worry her."
"You are still doing ok with those, right?"
I nodded. I had thoughts of them sometimes, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be so, I don't have to worry about getting bad again.
"Good. I'm going to hit the restrooms."
A few seconds later I heard;"Nami?" I turned to see a smiling Derek.
"Are you doing anything tonight?"
''Interesting. I thought you were going to at least have another meltdown."
"Aren't they an annual monthly thing? Because, last year, you freaked during spring break."
"Can you leave please?"
"Nami! Let's talk. I want to talk."
"Ok, fine. But, are you sure you don't have any thing scheduled?"
"Naomi!" Harry said, walking over to my table. "There is a party later at my place. If you want you can come."
A party? But, we just met. I have never been invited to a party before, but I thought you were supposed to invite your closest friends.
"You know Nami?"
"I'm not familiar with a Nami, but I do know a Naomi."
Derek looked really confused, but then he recollected himself and walked away. "Nice talk, Nami."
"Why does he call you Nami?"
"I'm not sure." I answered. I really wasn't sure.
"So you're coming to the party?"
"Cool." He gave me the address.
"Why did you invite me?"
"You seemed like you needed something to do. And that kid was bugging you about it."
"The party's at 8:00. Be there."
I don't exactly want to go to the party, but it would be rude not to. I don't want to hurt Harry's feelings, either.
Even though he explained to me why he invited me, it seemed weird. I told Genevieve about it and she said he was just trying to be friendly.
Then she said we should go home so I could get ready for the party because it was already 6:30. I told her I didn't need a long time to get ready, but she insisted anyway.
We left our ice cream behind as Genevieve pulled me out the door.