Calling All Attention!
In high school, attention was a drug. Everyone was jonesing for it. Including Principal Cox. Attention was weird. The people who had it seemed not to want it. And the people who didn’t have it seemed to want nothing more.
Refocusing attention was my current strategy. I was playing hard to get with a guy that was hard to get. It seemed to be working and I wasn’t going to give in to Matty’s private sexcapades until I got some public attention.
I was feeling good. For once, I was gonna be in control of how Matty and everyone else saw me.Until, of course, I got picked to play Dead Stacey. It was not the kind of attention I was looking for. Other girls would have killed to be in my shoes. Playing Dead Stacey was bigger than being homecoming queen, but I was trying to bury my suicide stigma, not advertise it.
And speaking of unwanted attention…Jake’s obsession with our accidental kiss was one more thing that would just not die. After it happened, I had called him and tried to smooth the situation out. I told him that we were friends and these things just sometimes happen. He agreed, so I thought we were cool. And yet somehow, he was still tweaking about it. He needed to take an emotional antacid, because the facts were simple: he had a girlfriend. I had a…Matty.
I was starting to realize that there was really something to the playing hard to get thing. Whoever said, “If you build it, they will come” was wrong. Tear it down. They come running.
Attirer toute l'attention !
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