Category: The Teenage Monologues: Season 3

I couldn’t stay awake today in school. I haven’t been able to stay asleep through the night, especially after everything that happened in the studio with Aaron a couple of weeks ago.

“We’re okay, Mols?” Aaron stopped and asked me after closing the studio door shut. I faintly flashed a smile, hoping that was enough for him to drop the conversation. Aaron returned the smile back; he either didn’t want to get into it with me, or he really thought I was alright. Either way, he kissed me gently on the top of my hand, the opposite of what happened inside the studio not too long ago.

“I love you, you know that right?” Aaron said after kissing my hand. I nodded my head.

“I love you too,” I said to Aaron.

“Mols? Mollie? Mollie Sue?”

“Mollie Sue Castro?” I heard a voice shout out. I looked up, noticing everyone in my class look at me. I looked up at the teacher who’s looking at me. Fuck.

…

During passing, I opened my locker and looked at myself through my compact mirror. I look horrible today. I reached into my makeup bag to put some sort of color on my face when I heard someone call my name.

“Hey Mollie,” Ronnie walked over to me and said. She looks at the little bag in my hand. “Touching up your lip gloss after a make out session?”

“Shut up, Ron,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t even see Aaron today.”

“You guys good?” Ronnie asked, clearly concerned. “You guys are inseparable.”

“I just didn’t see him today, okay?” I said, now looking at Ronnie. “Maybe he’s not in school today.”

“He was in band class today,” Ronnie commented. “The first time in forever it seems like…” I put my makeup back in my bag and shoved it into my locker. I grabbed my binder for my vocal class and shut my locker closed.

“I don’t have time for your condescending conversation,” I said to Ronnie. “I get it enough from Milo; I don’t need another person doing that shit.”

“Yet you and Milo are still friends,” Ronnie pointed out, rolling her eyes.

“We’re not friends,” I said to Ronnie for what seemed like the 1,000th time. “My dumb older sister is married to his dad.”

“But you still allow his words to get to you,” Ronnie emphasized. “You’re not obligated to ever talk to him just because your family and his are connected.” The bell began to ring, which meant it was time to start the next class. I don’t respond to Ronnie; I walked away from her and my locker with my binder to go to my last class of the room.

My locker wasn’t too far from the vocal room, so I ended up being one of the first to get there… of course when I’m not hanging out with Aaron. I walked into the room to see Mr. Kamalani at his desk. He looks up before looking down again at the papers in front of his desk.

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Castro,” he greeted me.

“Hi,” I simply said, walking to my seat to drop my binder on the desk. I turned around with my bag and coat, walking to the closet to hang my things up. Mr. Kamalani had everyone in his class put their things in the closet when it was time for a serious rehearsal; he ran rehearsal time like it was boot camp at times. But, there’s a method to his madness.

I walked into the closet to hang up my things when I heard Mr. Kamalani greet another student; this time, it was Milo.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Kamalani,” he said. I heard Milo’s voice speak afterwards.

“Whatever,” Milo responded back.

“It’s just another day of class, Milo,” Mr. Kamalani said. This was the first time I heard him call Milo by his first name in class.

“Did you know I was on my way because of the AirTag or something?” Milo said.

“No, I trust you to do the right thing while you’re in school,” Mr. Kamalani responded back. “Just how I trust that you went to the West Wing today to actually practice your music.”

“What else would I have done there?” Milo asked.

“Meet up with Sophie, as you always do,” Mr. Kamalani said in a nonchalant way. I didn’t hear Milo say anything back. “I can’t look after everything little thing you do.”

“I wasn’t with Sophie,” Milo said back.

“I’m not fighting with you about this, Milo,” Mr. Kamalani said in a stern voice. “You’re bound to make your own decisions; just know that you’re making poor ones after what happened with Sophie back at the house.” I scrunched my eyebrows, curious to what they were talking about. What happened between Milo and Sophie?

“Thanks to you and Jennifer, she’s terrified to even be seen with me,” Milo spat back. Jennifer?

“You both shouldn’t have been alone in the house when we were there; you know I cannot control Jennifer and what she says,” Mr. Kamalani said back.

“We were there to practice!” Milo shouted out.

“Milo Kamalani, I am not about to have this conversation with you again; especially at school,” Mr. Kamalani nearly whispered once the second bell rang. “The fact of the matter is we found you and Sophie in the studio, making out with barely nothing on. You can’t be upset if our eyes are on you and Sophie now.” My eyes widened as I listened to the conversation. Milo and Sophie… did it?

I didn’t know what to feel after hearing their conversation. It made me upset in a way; the Milo I knew wouldn’t have done something so stupid for a girl. But, this was Sophie, and I knew that Sophie has always been bad news. Milo wouldn’t be the person he is today if Sophie didn’t get to him. I snapped out of it once I started to hear more of our choir mates walk into the classroom. I ran back to my bag and coat and blended in with everyone else coming into the closet. From the side of my eye, I see Milo walk into the closet, hanging his coat and bag on one of the hooks.

“I need everyone out and in their position in 5 minutes,” Mr. Kamalani shouted inside the closet. I looked over to Milo, clearly upset with the conversation he just had with his dad. I couldn’t help but just look at Milo. Is this who he truly was? Is this the person I called my best friend for all these years? How could Milo accuse me of doing things with Aaron as he was doing them with Sophie this whole time? He lost his virginity before I did, and with a person he can’t even call his girlfriend.

I simply walked past him, looking away as if I didn’t just witness Milo’s skeletons being pulled out from the vocal classroom.

I picture us kissing passionately.

Milo has his hand caressing my head, bringing me closer to his face as we continued kissing. He bites down on my bottom lip, completely shocking me in the process. I can feel the heat coming off of his face as he kisses me. His entire body is hot to the touch. I want nothing more than to feel his body close to mine–

“Sophie?” I hear a voice call out my name. I snapped out of it, realizing I’m sitting in the middle of my Advanced Chemistry class.

“Yes?” I quickly answered the teacher.

“It’s not like you to be so distracted in my class,” my teacher said as she turned around to face the chalkboard. “Please pay attention as this is very important information for the midterm.” I feel my face getting hot for all of the wrong reasons.

The bell for lunch finally rings. The hallways fill up with different students, going to their next class in passing. I immediately rushed to the West Wing, hoping to grab a rehearsal room to get lost in for a period.

“One rehearsal room, please,” I requested to the woman at the desk. She gave me a look before taking out the clipboard to sign in. She handed it over to me with a pen in hand.

“Not with that boy today?” the lady asked me. I looked up at her shocked that she’d even say something like that.

“No, just me,” I said, nervously laughing it off. She was not laughing with me. I handed over the clipboard as she gave me one of the room keys.

“You have until the end of the period,” she simply said. I thanked her and quickly walked away. She always had this unsettling aura about her.

I walked into the rehearsal room, closing the door behind me. I shut my eyes closed for a brief second, and in an instant I saw Milo and I together. Kissing. Hugging. Touching.

I immediately opened my eyes wide once I heard the door of my rehearsal room being knocked on. I turned around and looked through the window of the front door. It’s Milo. I quickly opened the door and grabbed Milo by his collared shirt.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked Milo in a panic. “Did the front desk lady tell you I was here?”

“She did,” he answered quickly. “I was honestly gonna ask for a room until she mentioned you were in one.” I felt my face get really hot. Have we spent so much time together in these rooms?

“I’ve tried texting you earlier,” I began to say. “I’m guessing your parents took your phone away.” Milo pulled out his keychain with a dangling AirTag. I looked back at him.

“This is my brother Micah’s tag by the way,” Milo explained, rolling his eyes as he put his keys ack into his pocket. “Sorry though; I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t want to talk to you after-“

“After promising me that we wouldn’t get caught again?” I finished his sentence, crossing my arms together. “Do you know how humiliating it was to sit in Jennifer’s van as she drove me home afterwards? I felt dirty sitting in the backseat.”

“I know, and really I’m sorry,” Milo began to apologize. “I honestly just wanted to hang out with you on my birthday. It was shitty and annoying and I just really wanted to spend it with you.” I felt my face soften up as he spoke. I was upset with Milo for not telling me the truth, but I couldn’t stay mad at him. He’s the one that’s grounded for an eternity; I’m just part of the reason why he is. I pointed at his pocket where the AirTag was in.

“Your dad is going to know where you are with that tracking device on you,” I reminded Milo. “Maybe being in the same rehearsal room with me isn’t the smartest thing.”

“He’s not gonna come up to the West Wing just to check if I’m in a rehearsal room by myself or not,” Milo responded, annoyed at the situation. “That would be completely out of hand.” Yeah, as if a tracking device isn’t. “But enough about me; are you okay? Did Jennifer say anything to your mom?”

I shook my head no. “She didn’t. She just dropped me off in front of my house and drove off once I got in the front door.” I remember the night clearly; I sat in the backseat of the car in the dark. Jennifer didn’t even put the radio on to fill the awkward silence. It very much felt like I was sitting in the backseat of a cop car; this might’ve been a lot worse.

Milo let out a sigh of relief, finally sitting down in the seat next to me. He doesn’t look at me right away, and I can’t help myself from looking at him.

“Milo?” I quietly said. He turned his head and looked at me. He looks exhausted and I don’t know if it’s because of the mess we got ourselves in, or if the dual major program has officially got to him. I felt bad to see Milo so burnt out like this, and I can tell he was trying to hide it. I sighed before I said anything else. “I know you’re going through a lot. You don’t always have to be strong.”

“I know,” Milo said as he smiled. “Everything else happening doesn’t bother me when I’m with you, so I’m genuinely feeling okay right now.” I smiled, glad that Milo is alright despite everything going on.

We looked at each other longer than we should have. Needless to say, I wasn’t the only one fighting the flashbacks from that day.

Milo looked down at my lips before slowly getting closer to them. I didn’t make any subtle movements; I allowed him to take control of the situation. He closed his eyes and gently kissed me on the lips. I missed this feeling so much.

We continued kissing until I opened my eyes and spot the camera at the corner of the room. I immediately pulled away from him, now in a frenzy.

“Milo,” I said, pointing at the camera. “The camera!”

“What about it?” Milo asked, turning around to face it. I immediately get up from my chair, away from Milo in a panic.

“They can suspend us from using these rooms doing things like that!” I panicked, grabbing my things in a hurry.

“Scout, calm down; they never actively look at those damn cameras anyway,” Milo explained, rolling his eyes at the thought. “We’re fine, just relax.” I looked at him, letting out a huge sigh as he reassured me. “Easy there, Scout.”

“Let’s just get out of here,” I looked down, walking away from Milo. As much as the kiss made me feel good, it ultimately made my stomach turn. What if Milo saw me differently now that we just… kiss each other? Does he think I’m just… easy now?

“Scout?” Milo called out. I turned around, faking a faint smile on my face. I guess it was convincing since he smiled right back. “Pizza after school?”

“Okay,” I said.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Milo asked after he first kissed me in the studio room. I looked up at him, feeling like all of the butterflies were released from its cage in that moment.

“I’m okay,” I said, smiling at Milo. He smiled back and leaned in to kiss me once again; this time, it lasted longer than it ever did before.