Ah, yes, the endless list of people who didn’t like her. It grew longer every day. The only time Maddie ever let it show that it bothered her was when she was alone and no one was around to watch her. That was when she really acknowledged the weight of the number of people who didn’t like her. She was well aware that she brought her unpopularity upon herself, but it was better to consciously make herself unlikable than to have people not like her for reasons she had no control over.
“Make sure they have confetti. I want confetti at my funeral.”
“You could always watch people shoot shit,” Maddie suggested. It was strange how she’d taken to swearing recently. She was still reluctant to do it around certain people, and sometimes even had to force herself to remember to use a swear word to sound more mature, but it was becoming a new habit. She wasn’t sure what she thought of it. Maybe it was just a sign that she was maturing a little more.
She wrinkled her nose at Brandon’s joke about O’Brien’s boredom. “Ew. Nightmares forever. Besides, I thought dudes were supposed to go blind from other things.”
Part of her was glad he was humoring her, instead of calling her on her lie. The other part of her was made sullen by the fact that he knew she was lying about enjoying being alone. “You’re welcome,” was all she said.
Raising her eyebrows, Maddie pursed her lips into a smile at that. “Ohhhhh, so that’s why you wanted me for company. You wanted to make a scene in the cafeteria. Lucky for you, I’m always down for that.”