8
Rhonda and Judy sat at the lunch table.
"I can't believe it. I just believe it. He would rather waste his time on some little twit then go with a pro," Rhonda said.
"How good can you make yourself sound if you're a pro?" Judy asked.
"True. I'm still a virgin. I've got that going for me," she said.
"That's good," Judy said.
"Try going to his house tonight before he leaves to go get her. Maybe convince him that you're the better choice. If you know what I mean," Judy said.
"Just go up and kiss him? Okay, that's easy," Rhonda said.
"Alright then, do it," Judy said.
Over at the other table sat Hawkeye, Tommy, and John.
"So you really gonna join us tonight?" Tommy asked.
"You bet," Hawkeye said.
"Who are you taking?" John asked.
"Maggie," Hawkeye said.
"Really? I heard that Rhonda asked you," Tommy said.
"So?" Hawkeye asked.
"Look at her! Now tell me that you didn't just make the hugest mistake of your life," Tommy said.
"Come on, Maggie's pretty. She's just modest," Hawkeye said.
"I'll agree to that," John said.
Margaret sat with Corinne and Kathy.
"You're going with Ben?" Kathy asked.
"So?" Maggie asked.
"That's terrific!" Corinne said.
"Now you will fit in. I mean he's better looking then most of the boys in the eighth grade," Kathy said.
Margaret smiled. She liked the idea of finally fitting in some where. She was used to being the misfit.
That night both Margaret and Becky sat in their bed room getting ready. They knew that they had to dress up for it. They had told their mom that they were just going to a party and that they would be home by eleven. She agreed to it because Margaret was going to be with her.
"How do I look?" Becky asked walking in.
Becky's hair was pulled up while leaving loose blonde curls to sit on her shoulders. She had on a light blue shirt which brought out her eyes along with a black skirt and low heels.
"Great. How about me?" Margaret asked.
Margaret was wearing a dress that came down right below her knees. It was white and had a rose pattern on it. The collar was a V neck with frill around the edge and frill around the shoulders and around the bottom. She was also wearing white heels. Her hair was down.
"Wow," Becky said.
"A bit revealing aren't we?" Becky asked.
"Don't worry, I've got a shawl," Margaret said.
"A bit dressy aren't we? We're going to be on the ground," Becky said.
"I'm proud of you. Just put on a sweater so that you can get passed mom," Becky said.
"Taken care of," Margaret said pointing to the one laying on her bed.
"Alright, let's go," Becky said.
"Okay," Margaret said.
Margaret went to grab the sweater. On her way out of the room she stopped and looked at her self in the mirror. This wasn't her. This wasn't anything like her. But there was a feeling of being wanted along with it. As she got older she could see that the boys were a little interested in her, but never did anything because they knew that she would never do anything with them. This was the only to feel accepted. She knew that if she were accepted by the boys the girls would learn to accept her.
Hawkeye sat on his porch with a rose in his hand. He hadn't actually went out and bought it, it was from the neighbor's garden. He wasn't nervous, but rather excited. Rhonda came walking around the corner and stood before him.
"Hey Ben!" she called out.
Hawkeye stood up.
"Sorry, waiting for Maggie," he said.
"We'll see about that," Rhonda said.
Margaret and Becky were walking down the street.
"Here, you can cut through over there and meet with Tommy. I'll just go this way and then we can meet at the school," Margaret said.
"Alright," Becky said.
Margaret kept walking as she told herself that everything was going to go okay that night.
Hawkeye stood on his porch against the railing as Rhonda stood before him.
"Look, Rhonda," he started.
"Shh," she said putting her finger on his mouth.
She then leaned in and started kissing him.
Margaret came around the corner and saw them.
"No," she said softly to herself.
Her chance of fitting in. The only boy that seemed to actually care about. That had all disappeared. The one that she thought had cared about her was on his porch already making out with some girl that he didn't know. He chose that girl over her.
"Well, back to being no one," she said and then walked away.
