laughing and quickly walks towards her next class. Brandon catches up to her and puts his hand on the wall in front of her.
“ Where are you going in such a hurry? “ Chris leans her back against the wall and looks down at the floor. Clutching her books to her chest she doesn ‘ t answer. Brent walks up to them and hands Brandon his book.
“ Thanks, I ’ ll catch up. ” Brent walks off and Brandon tilts his head to the side and down, trying to get Chris to look up at him. “ You finally talk to me, and then you run out the door, how come? ”
Chris looks up at him. “ Why do you talk to me? ”
“ Because … I like you. ”
“ Why, no one else does? ”
“ I can ’ t help that they are all idiots, besides I ’ m not “ no one ” else, I ’ m me. And just think how much more interesting our lunch conversations will be when you actually say something. ” He gets a small smile out of her. “ Come on, I ’ ll walk with you to your next class. ”
Chris has been sitting in the cafeteria almost 15 minutes and Brandon hasn ’ t shown. Maybe it was all a joke on her. How could she be so na ï ve? When he left her at her class, he told her, “ I ’ ll see you at lunch. Save me a place. ” And she heard someone snicker as they walked by. Yeah right, like she really needed to save him a place, nobody ever sits at the table she sits at. Chris picks up her tray and just as she ’ s standing up, Brandon walks up next to her and whispers in her ear.
“ Where are you going? ” Startled Chris sits back down and looks over at him as he sits down. “ Sorry I ’ m late, but I was tackled by the ugliest football player in school, so I had to take a shower before I came to have lunch with the prettiest girl in school. Hello beautiful. Did you miss me? ” Brent sits down across from them and the two boys talk back and forth about football practice while Chris listens. After 10 minutes, without looking at Brandon Chris whispers.
“ I ’ ve got to go. ” Brandon stands up as she does and for once he ’ s tongue tied. Chris smiles and walks away.
Chris is waiting to get on the bus when Brandon pulls up and yells over to her.
“ Want a ride? ” Chris shakes her head no. He has the top down on his bright new yellow 1975 Camaro convertible and she can see Brent sitting in the back seat. Brandon asks, “ You sure? I can give you a ride. ” Shaking her head again Chris steps up into the bus. Chris watches out the window and sees Brent climb over the seat and sit down in the front before Brandon drives off.
Chris closes the front door and heads straight to her room. It doesn ’ t take long for Barb to knock and poke her head in.
“ Did you talk to him? ” Barb can see a smile tug at the corner of Chris ’ mouth. “ Ooh, I take that as a yes. ” Barb opens the door further, walks into the room and sits on the edge of the bed.
“ Well? ”
Chris tells her what happened in class and then at lunch before adding, “ And he offered to give me a ride home. ” Barb goes to say something and Chris interrupts her, “ I know. I didn ’ t. I rode the bus. ”
“ Okay. I don ’ t want you in a boy ’ s car and we haven ’ t even met him. ” Barb stands up and gives Chris a kiss on top of her head. “ Why don ’ t you come downstairs and do your homework at the kitchen table. You can keep me company while I cook dinner. ”
“ Okay mom, I ’ ll be down in a minute. ”
Chris is sitting in class when Brandon walks by and taps on her desk before sitting down. Tugging on her hair he leans forward and whispers to her,
“ Good morning beautiful. You smell nice. ”
“ Thank you. ” Chris turns around to look at him and finds he ’ s right in front of her face. Normally after he tugs on her hair, he leans back in his seat. He grins at her and Chris quickly faces forward again.