Yet another update!!!
Word count: 6,238 and counting!!! I am now 41% done!!! YAY!!
By Camille Marlowe and Abby Rose
“Yahoo!” Nikki cannonballs into the pool. I’m having my annual pool party to celebrate the last day of summer, September 2nd. Well, it’s technically not the last day of summer, but it’s the last day before we go back to school.
Nikki, Roger, Beth, Ethan, Jason, Sophie, and Kate were all invited. Last year I invited Lucille, but that was before she turned into a bratty everything-must-go-my-way kind of girl.
Nikki has been pretty much my best friend (that is a girl) since 4th grade. I was a new student at Ashton Elementary all those years ago, and she was pretty much the only person that was nice to me, so we became friends. Then there’s Ethan and Jason. I met them when I started middle school at Ashton Middle. They are twin brothers from California, but they don’t look anything alike. When they moved here, all of the 6th grade girls were drooling over them except Nikki. She was loyal and sat with me at lunch every day when Kate, Sophie, and all the other girls were sitting with Ethan and Jason. To be honest, I want to be more than friends with Nikki. I feel like we would drift apart if I didn’t make a move.
I swim over to where Nikki is talking with Beth and sneak up behind her. Beth sees me and is about to tell Nikki, but I put a finger to my lips. She nods and keeps talking with Nikki. I grab Nikki’s waist and pull her backwards. She falls on top of me and we go underwater. I can see Nikki scream, but I can’t hear anything since we are underwater. We swim to the surface together and I see that Beth is laughing hysterically. Nikki quickly lowers herself into the water until all but her head is submerged. Then I notice that her back is bare. Oh god. When I pulled her underwater, I accidentally pulled her bikini top off. I can feel my face turning bright red.
“Oh my gosh, Nikki, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Nikki doesn’t turn around to respond because she doesn’t have a top on.
“It’s okay. Everything’s fine. I’m good,” She ties her bikini back on underwater, then stands up and faces me. For a second I think she’s going to hug me, but then she tackles me underwater. I can see her smile at me, then her face is gone. I swim up to the surface and look around, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Neither is Beth. They probably went inside to get some food. Then I have a bad thought: what if they left? Oh man. Nikki was probably embarrassed so she and Beth left. I run my fingers through my hair anxiously, hoping that they didn’t leave. I screwed up my chance with Nikki. Now she’s probably mad at me. Oh man. Oh man. This is not good.
November 1, 2012
As I yawn and open my eyes, I see that my iPod screen is lit up. I have two notifications from Instagram. Nikki (@nickels200) and Roger (@roorooroger) liked my post about National Boys Hug Girls Day. It’s not actually a real “holiday”, it’s just a fun day when boys hug girls for no reason. I’m hoping that Roger gives me a hug today. That would be awesome!
I wait until my clock says 7:00am, then throw my covers back and hop out of bed. As I slowly get dressed, my cat, Agnes, creeps into my room and jumps onto my bed effortlessly. When I try to pet her, she hisses and bats a claw. I sigh.
“Good morning to you too, Agnes.” I saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that my mascara from yesterday still hasn’t washed off. Yesterday was halloween, and I dressed up as a vampire. Nikki dressed up as a pirate, and we called ourselves the Vampirate sisters.
After I brush my teeth, I run downstairs and scarf down my eggs and toast. Just as I finish my cup of orange juice, Nikki’s mom’s car pulls into our driveway.
“NIKKI!!!” my mom yells from the front door, “It’s time to GO! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” I quickly finish putting on some mascara and hurry downstairs.
“I’m coming, Mom! One sec!” As I grab my backpack and tear my coat from the hanger, I realize that Coco is out of her kennel.
“Come on, you. Get in your kennel!” I pick her up and carry her to her kennel in my room. She’s a carmel-colored pug that I got for my birthday in May. She’s almost 9 months old now, and I have to take care of her pretty much 24/7. My parents don’t have time to take care of her because they both work full-time as doctors at the Bronson hospital.
When I finally get in the car, Jonathan, my baby brother, is having a fit. He cannot stand to be in the car for very long. That’s part of the reason why I’ve never been on any long road trips with my family. He gets fussy and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It gets really irritating after about 5 minutes, so Mom and I have to start singing the ABC’s and Wheels on The Bus to get him to calm down. When we get to Beth’s house to pick her up, Jonathan is fast asleep.
When we get to school, I hop out of the car after Nikki and we walk in side by side. Kate and Sophie are waiting for us right inside the entrance. They both look exhausted from last night. We went trick-or-treating for hours. At 11, we all finally went home.
“Hey girls! How did you sleep last night? You’re looking pretty tired,” Nikki sounds like she got all the sleep she needed.
“Yeah, I’m kind of tired,” Sophie yawns and blinks her eyes slowly, “How did you sleep, Kate?”
“Eh, I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight, but I’m not super tired. How about you, Beth?”
“I slept pretty well, actually.” For some reason, I sleep better if I go to bed really late.
“Anyways, did you guys see Mason and Roger trick-or-treating last night? I heard that they went in the same neighborhood as us,” Kate is practically stalking Roger and Mason. Ever since we told her and Sophie about our crushes, she has been reporting to us about their whereabouts and such. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on one of them, the way that she follows them around all the time.
“If I saw them, I probably would’ve told you guys by now, so no, I didn’t see them last night. They may’ve been out there, but how would we know? It was pitch dark and they were wearing costumes,” Sophie practically takes the words out of my mouth.
“What she said,” Nikki nods toward Sophie.
“Yep,” I agree.
“Hey Mason! What’s up?” I try to make small talk with Mason while we’re waiting for Mrs. Luciano to get back from the teachers’ lounge.
“Not much, you?”
“Not much,” I decide to ask him if he was out trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. “Where did you and Roger go trick-or-treating last night?”
“We were in the Newbrook neighborhood for a while, but then we had my mom drive us over to Crandall. Where did you guys go?”
“We went in the Crandall neighborhood, too! I didn’t see you guys, though.”
“We didn’t see you and the other girls either.”
“It was pitch black,” we say in unison. I smile.
“We think alike, don’t we?” He smiles back at me.
“Yes, yes we do.”
“Class! It’s not the time to chat!” Mrs. Luciano yells at class. “This is mathematics!” The class immediately goes silent.
“That’s better,” Mrs. Luciano smiles bitterly. “Now get your textbooks out and turn to page 122.” There’s lots of rustling as we all get our textbooks out of our bags.
“We will be investigating decimals and fractions today. What’s an example of a mixed number?” A particularly bratty girl named Lucille raises her hand confidently.
“Yes, Lucille?” Mrs. Luciano says sternly.
“An example of a mixed number is 1¾,” Lucille says this as if she knows everything there is to know about mixed numbers.
As Mrs. Luciano drones on about how decimals can be converted into fractions and vice versa, I stare at Mason until I catch his eye, then I look away. I keep repeating this until the end of class.
I can hear Mr. Fredericks starting his introduction and start to run. I’m late for biology. When I walk in, everybody stares at me. Mr. Fredericks just continues talking.
“We will be doing an experiment on how what we eat effects our health. I will tell you all the details separately, because you are all going to have different projects. Here are your partners: Julia and Sam, Carl and Scarlet, Maria and Grace, Roger and Beth…” That’s all I hear. Roger is partners with me! I almost scream “YESSS!” but catch myself just in time.
As Mr. Fredericks hands out our papers with the rubric and the details of the project, I try to think of something smart to say to Roger.
“This will be interesting, don’t you think?” That’s the best that I could come up with.
“Um, yeah, really interesting,” Roger doesn’t sound very excited about it.
I pick up the rubric and scan it quickly. I have a weird feeling that something is wrong here. It says that we’re going to be eating a frog. Roger notices it, too.
“Excuse me, Mr. Fredericks, but it says here that we’re eating a frog. Is there a typo or something?”
“No, there is most certainly not a typo, Roger. You will, in fact, be eating frogs for this experiment,” Mr. Fredericks sounds so sure of himself that, for a brief second, I actually believe that we’ll be eating frogs.
“You can’t be serious, Mr. Fredericks. Why would you want us to eat frogs?” Roger has an inquiring look on his face.
“I’m obviously joking, Roger! You and Beth will be eating different types of pastries and desserts.”
“Oh, ok. Phew!” Roger imitates wiping sweat off of his brow.
My Latin teacher, Mrs. Adler, smiles warmly at the class before beginning.
“To finish up our first unit, we will be doing an in-class project on parts of speech. You will be paired up with someone of the opposite gender.” She smiles again and picks up a stack of paper. A wave of whispers overcomes the students as everyone wonders who they will be paired up with.
“I will hand each girl a sheet of paper with the other person’s name on it with the instructions.” As Mrs. Adler walks down the row passing out instruction sheets to the girls, I glance at Mason and hope that we are paired up, because he is the only person that I know in the class.
Later, while we are planning our project, Mason invites me to sit with him at lunch. I smile and say yes.
Mason smiles at me from under his mop of black hair. I can’t help but smile back. Mason makes a funny face and I giggle. Mr. Henderson glances our way but since my back is facing him, he doesn’t see my face. I stick my tongue out at Mason and he stifles a laugh. I tear a piece of paper out of my German notebook and quickly scribble out a note. I fold it up into a tiny ball and throw it at Mason. It bounces off his shirt onto the ground. He goes to pick it up, but Mr. Henderson notices and quickly walks over to where Mason is sitting.
“Mason, please pick that piece of paper up and hand it to me,” I catch Mason’s eye and shake my head slowly. If Mr. Henderson reads that note and someone tells Nikki, I am dead meat. Mason looks apologetically at me before bending over and picking up the note. He hands it guiltily to Mr. Henderson. Mr. Henderson unfolds the balled up note and clears his throat loudly before reading out loud,
“Mason, I know this is gonna sound really weird, but I like you. A lot.”
Mason’s face turns bright red as everyone looks around, wondering who the note was from. I try to act like I have no idea who the note was from, but it’s hard. Soon enough, Lucille looks at me looking at Mason. She gets it. She totally gets it. I know that she will tell Nikki. Nikki and I will never have the same bond ever again.
As I walk down the hall towards the cafeteria, I hear footsteps and Lucille’s voice shouting,
“Nikki! Nikki! You’ll never believe it! Beth has a crush on Mason! She passed a note to him in class saying that she liked him and got caught! Do you believe me?!” I stop breathing. This cannot be true. Beth is my best friend, and she wouldn’t do something like that.
“You’re lying, Lucille. I can just tell by the tone of your squeaky little voice. Beth would never do something like that to me,” I know it’s not true.
“But she did, Nikki! You have to believe me! Why would I lie to you?”
“It is perfectly normal for you to lie to people, and everyone knows it.”
“I’m not lying, I swear,” she whispers into my ear.
This really freaks me out. Lucille only whispers when she is dead serious. Just then, I hear Beth screaming,
“Nikki! Don’t listen to Lucille! It’s not true!” I turn so I am facing Beth, take a deep breath, and yell,
“Beth, I cannot believe what you did! How could I have ever thought that you were my friend?!” I feel the need to punch something, someone, but I hold back. Instead I bite my lip and try not to cry as my eyes tear up.
“Nikki, I’m really sorry. It was a joke, really–,”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Beth!!! Just come clean and say sorry, for Pete’s sake!!!” In response, Beth glares at Lucille, then storms away, toward the cafeteria.
“Nikki’s mad at you, isn’t she?” Sophie is famous for stating the obvious.
“Ya think, Soph? I am crushing on her crush, which is a big no-no. I’m even mad at myself,” I look over to where Nikki is sitting with Kate. Traitor, I think. How can Kate even think about sitting with Nikki? Nikki is a total jerk and she is most definitely my enemy.
Just then, I see Mason walk into the cafeteria. He is looking lost and sad. Nikki waves to him and he smiles in relief. He walks over to where her and Kate are sitting and sits right next to Nikki. Right after that, I see Roger walk in. I wave to him but he doesn’t see me. Kate waves at him and bats her eyelashes. He smiles goofily and walks over to her and Nikki. I decide to apologize one more time, just to see what Nikki would do in front of Roger, Kate, and Mason. I take a deep breath, stand up, and slowly walk over to where the four of them are sitting.
“Um, hey you guys,” I try to smile at them. “Nikki, I just wanted to say sorry again, for passing that, um, note. I didn’t know that it would hurt your feelings so badly, but you are sensitive sometimes.”
“Beth, don’t talk to me. I’m not your friend anymore,” Nikki doesn’t look hurt, like she did in the hallway earlier. Now she just looks plain angry. Mason slowly stands up from the table and walks away. Roger follows, then Kate. I turn around and walk back to where Sophie is munching on a taco.
While I walk to gym, I hear footsteps behind me. I know it’s Roger, but I don’t stop to talk to him. For one, I am late, and I’m not in the mood to talk to any boys right now.
“Nikki, wait up. I want to tell you something,” I speed up my pace when I hear Roger’s voice.
“Nikki! Wait!” I sigh and turn around.
“What do you want?”
“I just wanted to know if I could walk to class with you, because we are both going to gym,” He sounds so sweet, so I give in.
“Sure thing, Roger,” I just hope he doesn’t have a crush on me. That would be weird and awkward.
When we get to gym, I head to the girls’ locker room and open the locker that I share with Lucille. She practically takes up the whole thing with her perfume and pinkness. She even has a pink diamond-studded mirror on the wall of our locker. I take my clothes out of the locker and quickly change into them before Lucille saunters in. I shut the locker and walk into the gym. I sigh as I realize that we are playing dodgeball today. I guess I’ll just sit out like I usually do. I walk up to the top of the bleachers and sit down.
It turns out that Roger is sitting out, too. He decides to sit next to me.
“So, Nikki. How are you?” He looks at me sweetly.
“I’m pretty good. How about you?”
“I’m fantastic! Although I wish we weren’t playing dodgeball today. It really sucks, doesn’t it?” He feels the same way about dodgeball as I do.
“Yeah, it’s not my favorite game.” I watch as Mr. Meyers puts the class into teams.
Roger looks around and leans closer. “Hey, um, Nikki, can I tell you something?”
Uh oh. “Um, yeah, anything, Roger,” although I hope “anything” doesn’t include him having a crush on me.
“I have a crush on Beth, but please don’t tell her or anyone else,” He quickly looks away, but I can still see him blush.
“I promise I won’t, Roger,”
“Ok, good. Thanks a bunch, Nikki. I have been wanting to tell someone for a while now, but all my guy friends wouldn’t understand and they would probably tell Beth,” Wow. I would have never expected this.
During English, I try to flirt with Mason, but he looks straight ahead and acts like I
don’t exist. So he’s ignoring me just because I told him how I felt about him.
“Ok class we need to get started,” Mrs. Hamilton’s voice booms over the already quiet class. “Today we are going to work in partners. Mason you are going to be working with Beth, Jason you’re with Kate and Ethan you’re going to be with Lucille…,”
“Good luck man,” Mason told Ethan with the most concern in his voice that I have ever heard.
“Ok class get into your partners and I will hand out your assignment,” Mrs. Hamilton told us as she gathered up the papers on her desk getting ready to pass the papers out.
Mason gets up and starts to head over to where I’m sitting when Ethan grabs his arm. “Dude, you know that Beth is like, BFF’s with Nikki, right?” Ethan tries to tell Mason in a whisper but fails.
“Ethan, I know,” Mason tells him in a whisper but thank goodness that Nikki taught me how to read lips when we were younger.
“Mr. Miller please take your seat next Ms. Johnson,” Mrs. Hamilton said in a sweet but sharp tone.
“I was heading… Yes Mrs. Hamilton,” Mason stops and decides to not get sent to the principal’s office.
“Thank you Mason,” says Mrs. Hamilton.
Mrs. Hamilton passes the papers around for us to read over, because it is toward the end of class. As soon as the bell rings, Mason is out the door. I stay around waiting for Kate to pack up. As we walk out of the classroom I see Mason talking to Roger about something.
“Kate I have to go to the… the… bathroom. I’ll catch up with you later,” I say, turning away from Kate and heading off in the boys’ direction.
“Mason you don’t understand. If I tell you who I like, you will just make fun of me,” I overhear Roger saying to Mason.
“Roger, you are the only person that I trust right now besides Nikki,” Mason says. I knew that they were talking about me.
At this point I just couldn’t stand it any longer, so I marched over there. Or so I thought I did. There was no way that I was going to head over there. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t go over there but my feet didn’t listen to my brain. There I go with my head yelling at my feet to stop but they wouldn’t listen. I look up to see Mason and Roger are both glaring at me.
“Beth, what do you want?” Mason said in the scariest voice I have ever heard come out of him.
“I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry, Mason,” I say, or at least I thought I said. They both were still staring at me. I guess I didn’t say it out loud.
“ I… I… was just trying to get to my next class,” I lie.
As I walk to my next class I can’t help but look down the hallway. I notice that Beth is over by Mason and Roger. What is she doing? I think to myself.
“Mason, Roger, hold up,” I yell down the hallway to them.
“Nikki can you come here?” asks, well, yells Mason.
I really want to go down there and talk to Mason, but not to Beth. So I take a deep breath and head down the hallway, and as I come up behind Beth I hear her say that she was just going to class. The only problem is that her class is in the other direction.
“Hey guys,” I say as Beth leaves.
“Hey Nikki. How have your classes been?” asks Mason.
“Mason, I heard what Beth did to you during German,” I say, loud enough for Beth to hear.
The last thing I want to happen was Mason and I drift apart over something my BFF said or did. Mason and I have become very close over these past four years. Only until this year I have started to have a crush on him.
“What was she doing over here?” I ask, not wanting to sound jealous.
“Oh, Beth was just getting to class,” Mason replied, trying not to tick me off.
“Ok, but there’s another side to the hallway,” I say, just giving up on caring who knew how I felt about Beth.
“Nikki, just calm down,” Mason tells me as he embraces me into a hug.
“Thanks, I.. can tell him, Roger?” I ask, looking at him from Mason’s grip.
“Sure why not? It’s not like it matters,” Roger says with a glare.
“I won’t if you don’t want me to tell him,” I say, shaking out of Mason’s grip.
Ever since the first day of school there has been something different about Mason than the past few years. This is the first time ever that Mason has hugged me in the five years that I have know him.
“Mason knows that I like Beth,” Roger tells me.
“Ok,” I says as I turn around and smack my face into Mason’s chest that is as hard as his head sometimes.
The bell rings and the three of us head to our last class of the day. I’m glad that my last class isn’t with Beth, especially since I just can’t stand to talk to her today. I just remembered that today is the day that I take the bus with Mason, Ethan and Kate.
Every time I walk into art class, a ball of anger forms in my stomach and usually ends up coming out of my mouth as words of anger. This is because Lucille keeps acting like Roger is her boyfriend, which he so totally isn’t. Not in a million years would Roger ever want Lucille as a girlfriend. She’s super bossy, mean, and everything has to go her way all the time.
“Hey Roger! Come sit next to me!” Lucille is already at it. Of course, Roger plops down next to her and sighs.
“Sure, Lucille,” Roger looks over at me and rolls his eyes. I roll my eyes back and make a funny face.
“Ok, class. Time to get to work!” Mr. Griffith looks around, smiling broadly. “You will continue working on your eye pictures.” Mr. Griffith is the best art teacher ever. He lets us do pretty much whatever we want to do. This week, we started working on eye pictures. He had us take close-up pictures of each other’s eyes and we uploaded them to our laptops, and now we are adding cool effects and editing stuff. When we are all finished with them, they are going on the school website for everyone to see.
“Oh my GOSH, Roger! I just LOVE your shirt! It’s like, SO totally adorable!” Lucille is trying to flirt with Roger, but he is ignoring her and is facing Ethan, who is sitting across the table from Roger. Now Ethan looks over at me and rolls his eyes. What is up with these boys? They just love rolling their eyes. I shake my head at both of them. Boys. Gosh.
Now Lucille is leaning against Roger and batting her eyelashes at him.
“Roger, can you help me edit this wrinkle out?” She points at her computer screen while still looking at Roger. “It makes me look like an old lady,” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.
“Fine,” Roger leans over to click on the blur setting, and Lucille wraps her arms around his torso and rests her chin on his neck.
“Oh Roger. Thank you SO much!” Roger looks very disgusted at this. Ethan looks alarmed. That’s it. I can’t stand any more of Lucille. I walk over to where she and Roger are pressed against each other and pull her off of Roger.
“Lucille, why are you always acting like Roger is your boyfriend? He’s not and will never be! Just leave him alone because he obviously doesn’t like it,” all three of them look surprised. I am usually more of the shy type. They definitely weren’t expecting me to stand up for Roger like this.
“Fine, Beth. Just know that you’re a complete jerk, and I’m never talking to you again,” Lucille crosses her arms and huffs away towards the girls’ bathroom.
“Thanks so much, Beth. I was getting really tired of Lucille clinging to me all of the time,” Roger looks relieved to have that burden off of his shoulders.
“I’m surprised that you didn’t stand up for yourself, Roger,” I glare at him.Just then, the bell rings.
It’s the last class and this means music. Music is the only class that I can express myself, also I get to hang out with Mason. But this music class was going to be different, I could just tell it was. That’s when I remember that we are getting ready for the big school dance that Ashton Middle does every year.
“Mr. Miller, can you start on the tuba for us?” Mr. Meadows tells Mason as he steps in to the classroom.
“But aren’t we just going to work on dance this week, Mr. Meadows?” Mason reminded him.
“Thank you,” I mouth to Mason.
“Ok girls go stand on the left side and boys go stand on the right side,” Mr. Meadows says as he starts up the music. “Ok just look across from you and step up to your partner,”
As I look up from my feet, I see a pair of dark blue Adidas with white stripes. Then I look up into Mason’s light blue eyes and jet black hair. “OMG” my brain yells.
“Ok boys, grab your partner’s waist, girls, put your left hand on the boy’s shoulder,” Mr. Meadow starts the music. “Now take your partner’s hand,”
This is the first time that I have held Mason’s hand. This is the first dance that is girls ask boys. I have to ask Mason before any other girls ask him. We just start to get the moves down when the bell rings.
I try to pack up as quickly as I can so I don’t run into Nikki, but I fail miserably. Nikki walks up to her locker looking happy as a clam. I wonder why she’s in such a good mood. She doesn’t seem to notice me, and she’s humming happily. I decide to be as quiet as possible so I don’t bother her.
“Hey Beth! How’s it going?” Wow. She seems to completely forgotten to be mad at me. I guess won’t remind her.
“Hey Nikki! I’m doing pretty good. How about you?” I smile like I’ve had the best day ever. It’s pretty much been the opposite, though. First, Nikki got super mad at me for liking Mason, then Mason and Roger got ticked off at me, and now Nikki is acting like it didn’t happen, which, if possible, is even worse than facing the truth.
I finally finish packing up and as I’m leaving, Nikki stops me.
“Hey, um, Beth. I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for getting mad at you earlier. It’s no big deal. Do you forgive me?” Something isn’t right here. Just an hour ago, Nikki was furious at me.
“Uh, yeah… sure. I forgive you, Nikki,” I try to smile at her, but I think it looks like more of a grimace. As I hurry down the hall, I try to think of why Nikki would be so nice to me, when, just a little bit earlier, she was acting like we were enemies.
“Hey, Beth! Do you want to come over?” Sophie calls to me as I walk by her locker.
“Um, I can’t today. Sorry, Sophie!” This is true. I have a piano lesson, and I also have a lot of homework.
As I pack up I try and forget about what Beth did. I try and make it seem like I don’t hate her anymore. But I am still glad that I am taking the bus today. I hope that I have the chance to ask Mason to the dance.
“Hey Nikki anyone sitting there?” Mason asks as he looks down at me.
“No,” I try not to look him in the eye.
As more people pile onto the bus I see Kate get on and then glare at me. At least I saved her and Ethan a seat because if I didn’t then they would be sitting in the back and not anywhere near us.
“I hate you,” Kate whispers in my ear.
“Sorry. Just be glad that you have a seat near me,” I whisper back. “I also have to ask Mason something.”
“Ok,” Kate says with a sigh while sitting back in her seat.
“Hey, dude Ethan sit with Kate,” Mason calls out just as Ethan gets on the bus.
“Ok I’m coming,” Ethan calls back.
Well at this point in time I was glad that I wasn’t Kate. Even though Ethan was a good friend.
“Mason I… I… wanted to ask you something,” it was the first time I have ever been nervous around Mason.
“Ok Nikki. What is it?” Mason says without hesitation.
“I… I… was wondering if you wanted to go… go.. to the dance with me,” this is the hardest thing I have ever asked him before.
“Yeah, I would love to go with you,” Mason says with a sparkle in his eyes.
Oh my freaking god the guy that I like just said YES to going to the winter dance with me. This was the best thing that has happened to me this year and today.
When I get home, I plunk down onto my bed and turn on my iPod. When I see who texted me, I get butterflies in my stomach. It’s from Roger. I know, it’s kind of weird that I have a crush on Mason AND Roger, but I can’t help it! Roger wants to know how I’m doing. I reply with “I’m doing great! How are you?” and he immediately replies with “I’m doing pretty good! Whatcha up to?” I happily text back, “Not much, how about you?” He says, “I’m working on my homework and texting you. :)”
Just then, my mom calls for me to come downstairs and help her with the laundry. I tell Roger goodbye, then run downstairs.
Later, during dinner, my dad asks about the winter dance.
“So, Beth, are you going to the winter dance?” I’m a little surprised. My dad doesn’t usually pay much attention to school events.
“Um, I’ll probably go with Nikki, Sophie, and Kate.”
“But honey, don’t you want to go with a boy?” My mom asks me with a smile.
“Um, not really, mom,” Although I am counting on Roger and Mason being there. For this dance, girls are supposed to ask boys, but I’m too shy. I’m planning to get ready at Nikki’s house, so we can go together.
“Do you want to go shopping for a dress soon, honey?” My mom is always looking for an excuse to go to the mall.
“Sure, Mom! I could ask my Nikki if she wants to go with us.”
“That would be so much fun, sweetie!”
“But I wanna go too, Mommy!!!” My little sister, Veronica, always wants to go to the mall with us.
“Veronica, maybe another time. This will be a special shopping trip for Beth and Nikki because they are going to a dance! Someday you will be old enough, ok?” Veronica crosses her arms and puts on a pout face. I just roll my eyes.
My house was the very last stop for the school bus, Mason’s was the second to last stop.
“Nikki do you want to come practice the dance at my house?” Mason says with a little hope in his voice.
“Sure, I would love to!” I say, looking into his eyes.
So as I was getting off the bus Mason took my hand to help down from the step. I was rethinking being mad at Beth because I knew that Mason liked me and not her. The end of today for me was giving people second chances.
“Mason, I have to call Beth,” I tell him.
“Nikki, let her call you first,” He says with so much confidence that I trust him.
“Ok, but I do have to call my mom,” I tell him with such a glare that he steps back.
“Ok, ok, I’ll let you do that,” Mason says with a laugh in his voice.
As I call my mom, we head inside. My mom really doesn’t like the idea of me going over to Mason’s house, and she never will. I tell her that I’m going to have dinner at his house, and that I’ll be back in time to watch Jonathan for when her and my dad go out for dinner.
“Hey Nikki!” Mason’s mom comes out of the kitchen to give me a hug.
“Hello Danielle!” I give her a hug back.
“What are you doing here?” Danielle asks very politely, trying not to sound rude.
“I was just coming to…” I am trying to explain but Mason cuts me off.
“We have a project to do and our music teacher wants us to practice for the winter dance,” Mason interrupts me.
“Oh, ok, I see,” Danielle says as she turns back to the kitchen.
Just then, I feel a tug on my hand so I look down, thinking it’s Mason getting me to move. But no, it’s his little sister, Sarah. Sarah is 11 years younger than Mason. He was in 6th grade when she was born. I remember that day because it was the second week of starting at Ashton Middle. It was during lunch. Anyways, I have to bend down to meet her eye to eye.
“Hey Sarah!” I say. I haven’t seen her since Mason’s pool party in September.
“Nikki, can you please play with me and my dolls?” Sarah asks with puppy dog eyes. They are irresistible, but this time I have to say no.
“Sorry Sarah, but your brother and I have to work on a project together,” I say in the saddest voice that I can.
“Sarah we need to get to work. Nikki can play with you later,” Mason says. I can’t help but laugh. Mason punches me in the arm.
“Sorry,” I say, trying to stop laughing.
After that, we head up to the office, where we can work in private. We start on our project for Latin.