[Aly's P.O.V]
I woke up the next morning with my phone still clutched in my hand and the same clothes I wore the day beofre were still on. I looked over at my clock and realized that it was 8:27 AM. I was gonna be late for school! I jumped out of bed and changed as quickly as I could. I looked in the mirror, just to make sure I was all dressed and looking nice then headed down stairs.
"Mom!" I said as I ran into the kitchen. "You didn't wake me up!" I pulled one of three pancakes off a plate and took a bite. "Sorry Aly, but isn't that why you bought that clock? So you wouldn't be late for school?" she said and smiled. "Mom, please!" I whined and heard a honk. "See ya!" I said very quick and ran out the door. "I'm coming!" I shouted to the bus driver and luckily he heard me. I got on, sighed and sat down in the third row from the front.
I got to school and headed inside, fixing my hair as I walked to my locker. I didn't have as much time to get ready as I would have liked, but it was my fault for staying up so late last night to work on my friend Jenna (who lives in New York) and her bands new video. She had sent me clips that her brother had taken with his camera and I, being my nice self, told her that I would do it, but didn't realize what time it was until I looked at the tiny clock on my computer sceen and read 12:57 PM.
"Hey Aly," I turned around and saw Stella standing in front of me. "Hey Stella, what's up?" I asked, feeling way more cool than I did yesterday. I'm gald that all I said was "What's up?" because I felt compeled to ask her about her "date" with Joe last night. "Not much, just going to make outfits for the boys later. What about you?" she asked with a smile. Appearently, things went well. "Oh, not much, just thinking about asking you how your date went!" I said and instantly covered my mouth. "Sorry, I've been holding that in all morning." I apologized. Stella laughed. "It's fine. And besides, Joe and I are just friends. Nothing happend so we're good." Wow. She didn't look upset at all. She must be telling the truth. "Well, uh, thats great?" she nodded. The bell rang and we walked our separate ways. "Oh, Aly!" I turned and Stella was looking at me. "Yeah," she ran back over and a smile came across her petite face. "Why don't you ask Joe out. I know things will go better for you. And don't worry, I'm not mad." she said and put her hand on my shoulder then ran off to class.
A look of confusion came over me. I couldn't see it, but I knew everyone else could. I shook my head and headed off to class.
Our History teacher, Mr. Bynes was going on and on about something I honestly wasn't paying attention to. I think it had something to do with... you know, I don't even care.
Then I got a text. It was from Joe. How did he get my number? I thought and looked at it as Mr. Bynes looked away. "Hey, get a hall pass and meet me over by your locker. I have something to tell you. - Joe" I closed my phone and smiled. I raised my hand, trying not to scream from the excitment. "Yes, Ms. Towne?" he asked. "Could I get a hall pass? I have to use the restroom." I told him and walked up to his desk. He handed it to me and said that I needed to be back within 5 minutes.
I walked... more like ran through the halls to my locker. I turned the corner and saw Joe standing by it, just like he said he would. He glanced up from his phone and smiled. "Hey what's up?" I asked and leaned against the locker next to mine. "Look, I'm sure Stella probably already told you that things didn't work out so well last night," I nodded. "So I was kind of wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?" he asked. I felt my heart beating faster, my palms getting sweaty (EW!) and my smile widening. "I... I would love that." I bit my lip. "Hows this Saturday sound?" he crossed his arms and shook his hair out of his face. "That sounds great!" I smiled. I looked down at my watch and saw that it had been four minutes since I left the class room. "Joe, I have to get back to class. Sorry!" I said and ran off. "See you Saturday!" I yelled quietly from a distance.
History was turning out to be better than I had expected.
