Not-so-Freshmen
Chapter Eleven
I
think about what would happen if I didn’t go back to class.
But that thought is shoved quickly away. There’s no way I
can skip. I’m not that kind of girl.
“Parker, we both have to-“I
try to object, Parker cuts me off with a sigh.
“I know,” he admits.
“Mr. Pitts would murder me if I skipped, since the first
game is Friday..” His grip on
me loosens, but he still won’t let go.
I grab at his hands, and try to take a
step away from him again. Why does he have to be so strong?
Hmph.
This time, he pulls me even close to him,
but does let go of my waist. Only, his hands move to my neck, and
wrap loosely around it. He rests his chin on one of his arms, so
his face is right next to mine.
“It was just a stupid idea. I was
just thinkin’ that we could, I
don’t know.” He sighs again,
and the air blows right into my ear. It tickles a little,
and I consider staying again. But I know that I can’t do
that.
I start to walk away from him, and this
time he doesn’t stop me. I take several steps towards the
choir room doors, and I hear him walking close
behind.
“See you later, Paze,” he whispers, a second before I open up
the door, and amble back into the choir
room.
“Ah, welcome back, Ms.
Paisley,” Mr. Hawthorne says loudly, after I enter the room
again. “How about you watch the rest of the class practice
the choreography and give us a little
review?”
I hold back a laugh; he’s only
saying that because he thinks I’m on my period.
HAHA.
The rest of the class goes by really
quickly, since all I have to do is sit and watch the other girls
dance. Wesley re-enters the room about ten minutes before the
end-of-the-day bell rings, and he sits next to
me.
“So,” he speaks up, while
we’re both watching the girls dance, “What was with
you and Parker?”
I chuckle to myself, but then the humor
fades away, and I turn to him. “Please don’t tell
anybody about that.”
He looks me straight in the eyes.
Dadgum, his eyes really are gorgeous.
His expression is very serious, and very understanding. “I
won’t, I promise..” He
pauses, glances away from me, and then looks back. “You
weren’t planning to kiss him, were you?”
Right now, I’m glad that the competition music is blaring.
It’d be terribly awkward if Mr. Hawthorne heard
this.
I shake my head. “He said we were
going to talk about something… We didn’t do much
talking.”
He half-smiles, with a vacant look in his
eyes. “Yeah, I saw that.”
“Mhmm..” I look back at the dancing girls
in front of us. Sharp movements, waving arms, confused feet. Good
thing I’m not up there. I can’t dance to save my
life.
“Are y’all like,
together?” Wesley’s voice snaps me right back to our
conversation. My head turns back around to him.
“No way,” I reply.
“Noo waaay.
He’s a Popular, I’m a Dork. It doesn’t work
like that. I don’t even know why he did that. He’s
been acting weird lately. I don’t get it,whatever, I
guess. I just-“ I stop myself. “Sorry,” I
apologize, looking down at my hands in my lap. “I’m
rambling.”
When I look back up at him, he’s
smiling with straight teeth. “It’s no big deal, I
like listening.”
I smile at him. “You’re a good
friend, Wesley.”
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6 faves · 3 comments · Aug 23, 2011 8:07pm
Squirtle713
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1 decade ago
AVERY! WRITE MORE AND GET IT PUBLISHEDD!!:D Can I get an insider at church plzzz:D HAHA
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XSamiHammieX
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1 decade ago
moaar.<3
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Courtney_Shera · 1 decade ago
MORE! I WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T MAKE MORE! Hehe(:
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