Page 5 of Eleanor & Grey
I should’ve worn a push-up bra. Not that it would’ve helped any. Push-up bras only really worked if there was something to actually push up.
My handwoven crossbody bag—also made by my mom—was tossed over my shoulder, and I was already counting down the hours until the party would be over.
“It’s pretty much just guys from the basketball team and their friends,” Shay commented, as if that would make a difference in my mind about the party I was about to hate.
“That’s fine.”
“There’s some nice people, though,” she said. “They aren’t all assholes.”
“That sounds promising.”
“OK, let’s rock this,” Shay said, opening the front door and walking into a house filled with people I wished I didn’t have to see. Seeing my fellow classmates outside of school felt like a cruel form of punishment. I’d seen them enough during the school year, and the last thing I wanted was to be packed in like sardines with them.
My idea of a party was more like watching reruns ofWhose Line Is It Anyway?in pajamas with my parents while eating a stupid amount of popcorn and greasy cheeseburgers. Mom would have a vegan burger, obviously. She’d watched a documentary on the treatment of animals years back, and it had changed her for life.
Dad had watched it too, but he still ate his steak medium-rare.
“I’ll find you a Coke,” Shay said.
“Are you drinking?”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t drink.”
“That’s really smart.”
“You think everything I do is smart, even when it’s not. That’s why you’re my favorite cousin.”
“I’m youronlycousin. See if you can find some ice for the Coke, will you? I’ll be in—”
“A corner.” She smirked. “I bet you five bucks I’ll find you in a corner with a book in your hands.”
“It’s like you’ve known me my whole life or something.”
She laughed and hurried away, though not with ease. Every time Shay walked into a room, everyone clamored for her attention—and she was nice enough to give it to all of them.
I would’ve just kept walking.
It would be a while before I got my drink, but I was lucky enough to score myself a nice nook right under the staircase—a very Wesley Peters–ish spot to read.
I tossed on my headphones, not because I was listening to anything, but because people tended to leave you alone if you had headphones on. It was a great introvert hack: Look busy to avoid human interaction. Doubling up on two activities was even better.
A book alone isn’t always enough to get people to ignore you, but a bookandheadphones? Well, you might as well be a ghost.
It was so hard being an introvert in an extrovert world, one where the social norms involved house parties, school clubs, spirit week, and getting together with people you didn’t care to see just to say you were “living life to the fullest.”
Society was the worst for introverts, but I was sure a changing of the tides was on the way. I couldn’t wait until the day the media pushed the idea that staying home was the new cool thing to do and socializing with people you hated was a thing of the past. All of us introverts would rejoice!
Quietly... alone... with a good cup of coffee, a solid read, and our faithful cats.
I made myself comfortable on the floor with my legs crossed like a pretzel and rested my back against the wall. The more tucked away I was in my tight corner, the less people would notice me.Carry on, clods. I’m not even here. I am just a part of the wall.
In theWesley Petersseries, clods were those without magical abilities. Reaching into my bag I pulled out my novel and fell back into the world of magic. It took me a few minutes to tune out the noise surrounding me, but the author Jamie Stone made it easy for me to become fully invested in every single word she wrote.
Surprisingly, the party wasn’t that wild. Some people were drinking, but more seemed to be into the music choices and poor dancing. Two people a few feet away from me talked about basketball stats and workouts.
I thought more people would be tongue-locked. Though I guess I’d gotten most of my preconceptions of school parties from television shows and over-the-top rom-coms.
It actually didn’t seem so out of the ordinary for a girl to be reading. Oddly enough, I kind of fit in.
