Pete
was one of Derrick’s guy friends; he lived next door to him. He and another of
Derrick’s friends, Cory, sat with us at lunch sometimes.
Emma stared
down into her food, hands on her lap. “Sure, sounds fun.”
“Cool, I’ll
pick you up at seven.” Derrick must have had a burst of confidence when she
agreed, because now he smiled at her, trying to meet her eyes. No such luck,
though; her tuna sandwich was apparently more interesting.
“Great, it’s
settled then,” I said before either of them could back out. The bell rang,
signaling the end of lunch. Emma and I said goodbye to Derrick and headed to
our lockers.
During history, I could feel Emma’s
penetrating glare. “What?” I whispered innocently. Mr. Henderson was giving us
a lecture on the Civil War, and I didn’t want him to hear us. He was pretty
strict, often giving out detentions just for talking in class.
“You know what.
What was that about? Telling us to go to the movies together, just the two of
us, it sounds like a date. He’s even picking me up.” She had her textbook
sitting up on her desk and was leaning behind it so the teacher wouldn’t see or
hear her.
I looked down
at my book and whispered, “Well, it’s about time. Someone had to make the first
move. I guess it had to be me.”
“Do you think I
like Derrick?” she whispered, looking surprised.
“I know you do,
and you’re not alone either.”
Her mouth flew
open, and she sat up in her chair, knocking her book down with a loud smack.
All eyes in the room turned to her. I braced myself for one of Mr. Henderson’s
famous punishments, but he just gave Emma an icy glare to silence her. That was
close. He didn’t usually let people get away with anything, so he must have
been in a good mood, a rarity for him.
While I was
paying attention to the lesson, I glanced back to see if Lucas was in class
today. I hadn’t noticed him. He was there in his seat, listening to Mr.
Henderson. He looked at me and smiled. I whirled around, still unsure why he
was suddenly acknowledging me.
On the way to
my next class, Emma hounded me with questions.
“Emma, I have
to get to chemistry. I’ll call you after work tonight around nine.”
“Fine, but
don’t forget. If you don’t call me by nine thirty, I’m calling you,” I heard
her yell as I rushed down the hall.
I made it just
in time. Taking my seat, I looked around for Andy. He was sitting on the other
side of the class. Since I had handed in our work yesterday, we wouldn’t be
pairing up today. I was a little disappointed. I wanted him to explain what he
meant about Lucas and Logan. But I guessed it would remain a mystery since he
was sitting three rows over.
Work was so busy that my feet were killing
me. Tuesday nights were cheap nights, and we were always packed.
When I got
home, I was so tired I practically crawled into bed. My feet and legs ached
from standing for hours. The soft mattress and warm blankets made me feel like
I was wrapped inside a warm, soft cocoon. “Ahh,” I sighed as I snuggled into a
comfortable position. The fresh smell of laundry soap on my sheets made it even
more comforting.
I dialed Emma’s
number. “Hello,” she answered.
“Hi, I really
can’t talk long, work was busy. I’m so exhausted I might fall asleep talking to
you. What do you want to know?”
“Are you
serious, what do you think I want to know? Why do you think he likes me? And
why do you think I like him?” Her voice was about two octaves higher than
normal.
I was really
enjoying this. I should have done something about these two a long time ago.
“Are you saying you don’t? What’s that?” I asked. There was a distant pounding
coming from her end.
“Just my
sister, she wants the phone. Anyway, I’m not saying that, but why do you think
so? Am I that obvious?”
She was really
stressing over this. “Look, I’m going to be honest here, even though I would
love to string you along because I’m really