"Yo Monica! What's up? I'm Aidan's messenger!"
"Ooh, messenger Lisa, I like the sound of that. Are you his girlfriend, too?" Monica asked.
"Me? No, I know he's cute and all, but he wants you. Oops! I wasn't supposed to say that." Lisa covered her mouth and her 'black' cheeks turned red. (so in other words, she's 'black') I always use quotes for skin color because if I don't I feel racist
"He likes me, huh?" Monica smirked. "I just have to go over there and talk to him, now, don't I?" Monica walked toward Aidan, who was trying to hide his face in his locker.
"Uh, hi Monica."
"You like me, don't you?" Monica asked still smirking.
"Yes." Aidan coward down in fear.
"Well, you should have just told me! And What are you afraid I'm gonna slap you or something?" Monica paused for a second. "I like you, too." Then she walked away.
"Monica, wait!" She turned. "You wanna go to the dance?" Aidan asked.
"I've been waiting for you to ask me that." Monica walked away again.
"That's a yes." Lisa came up from behind him. "Sorry it kinda slipped out."
"I'm glad it did." Aidan walked back to class.
At lunch, Monica sat next to Aidan and Tara and her boyfriend, Richard, sat across from them. "So, where's your sidekick today, Aidan?" Tara asked kindly.
"I don't care about her right now." Aidan still stared at Monica. She smiled.
"Hey, Aidan, can I talk to you for a minute?" Tara asked.
"Yeah sure. What's up?" Aidan asked his sister.
"Okay, remember how Sam was before when she was reffered to as—"
"Yeah, I remember!" Aidan said cutting her off.
"Okay, well, she's back! And you're the only one who can do something about it!" Tara was near tears.
"After school."
"Okay but you have to hurry!" Tara dried her eyes and they sat back down at the table.
"What's wrong?" Monica asked. "I know when something's wrong!"
"No, seriously, I'm fine," he lied.
"No, you're not!" Monica leaned close to his ear. "I'm psychic," she whispered. "I know these things."