Here it is! Ooo, we're alomst done! Expect the final chapter up later toinght, it depends if my Mother is in a good mood.
Another huge thanks to my reviewers, you all keep me going! ;D
Enjoy as always!
So, how was I supposed to get the information I needed?
I was going to have to ask her myself.
Believe me,
I tried prying answers out of other people,
Like some of her girl friends.
But they didn't know what was going on either.
Translation: Just as clueless as everyone else.
There was one detail though, that was unfortunately accurate.
"Yeah, yeah, Wybie! Mark asked her to the dance."
Then, they would give me sly smirks and ask me if I was jealous.
Jealous?
No.
Was I…?
Nah…
Maybe…?
I don't know.
At this point of the day, I just wanted to play sick and go home.
But I kinda was already feeling sick, anyway.
By lunchtime, I was in a frenzy.
Got my food, and went to go sit at our usual table.
Sitting across from her, I noticed her eyebrows were furrowed together.
Never a good sign.
I said a meek hi.
And she in returned gave me a gruff hello.
Now, I didn't want to ask her right away.
I wanted to lay it down…
Casually.
Nice and easy.
That way, she wouldn't think I was completely interested in what everyone was talking about.
Which I very much was.
So for two minutes we chatted about, me talking mostly:
Pointless homework assignments, a student throwing up on a bus this morning, and how Mr. Waren's strange lump on his neck grew back.
Then, I got to it.
"So, erm, I heard Mark Callahan asked you to the, uh, dance."
She took a drink of her milk.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Nothing."
I frowned, and suddenly was interested in the not-to-green green beans on my plate.
I couldn't meet those hazel eyes of hers.
"If you must know, Wybie, I said no."
I choked on my own spit.
"W-what!"
She looked at me thoughtfully, and raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously. He freaks me out."
Mark Callahan freaks her out, but I don't?
This is quite an accomplishment for me.
"Y-you aren't going to the dance with him?"
"Nope."
Wow.
That's all I can think.
Wow.
"What are you smiling for, Wybourne?"
"Oh, um, well, you know, I really like cheese sticks."
They might've been egg rolls.
I honestly can't tell.
But right now,
It doesn't even matter.
