The only reason he even had friends was because he’d spent years trying to reinvent himself. He’d been the one who’d eaten glue and sat in the corner of the room reading comics. He’d been the one who’d chewed on pencils. Trevor stared at the cards, feeling his blood boil.Įver since kindergarten, he’d been the weird kid. She left the party invitations behind in the bag. I don’t think the party’s going to be great anyway. “Yes, I understand.but come on, look at your friends, man. "Yeah so…so you would have the least to gain by coming to my party. The reason we didn’t invite you is actually because…well, out of your friends, I think you’re actually the least weird, Trevor" We actually invited them to be nice… because they’re kind of….well." We didn’t actually invite your friends because we think they’re cool.
“Well Trevor, there’s something you have to understand. He tried to stare at Kelsey without blinking.but his face was getting red. They’d even gone as far to say that they’d stop hanging out with Trevor if he wasn’t invited.
His friends (probably some of the most unpopular people in school) had all been invited to Kelsey’s Sweet Sixteen and taken it like a badge of honor. It came out sounding pretty pathetic, but Trevor had more or less reached that phase. So I figured hey, if they were all invited…I mean, I – I thought I’d ask to go too?” “Okay listen.my friends all said they got invited to your party – and y’know, we’re not really…part of your group or anything. He could’ve walked out right there, but the repercussions of that were far too severe. Kelsey pursed her lips, going through the bag again. “Well, I guess nothing,” Trevor said sharply. I’m here because…I…I wanted to talk to you.” “Why are you here?” Kelsey asked, shoving the last card back in. Trevor tensed up and another step toward her. She shoved a couple of invitations back into her bag. His brain was trying to rehearse its lines: “Nothing important here. Then he stepped forward, whistling a little, trying to put a bounce in his step. He took a breath, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He stood there in the doorway, watching her sift through all the invitations in the yellow grocery bag. Something about that was kind of cool.especially since Trevor didn’t even have any friends to fill the corner. Kelsey always came to school about half an hour early, even if she had enough friends to fill the room twice. He wanted to catch Kelsey before everyone else showed up. I'm not really sure how to approach that one. Here's my second TF! I guess I'm sort of obliged to do one of Dot now.or not.
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