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Chapter 10: Homecoming
Christine's POV
"Come on, Christine. I wanna know." Meg practically begging me, keeping her voice low so not to draw attention from the teacher who's back as facing us, writing something on the whiteboard.
"I am not telling you now." I motion my head to the front of the room.
"Why not?" She is not going to give up. "He's not paying attention. Please, please." Sighing, I shook my head.
"No."
"Party pooper." Rolling my eyes, I focus my attention back on the front of the class. Feeling my phone vibrate, I quietly pull it out to see a message on the screen.
Ron: Dance this weekend?
Homecoming is this weekend which is the second biggest dance in school behind prom. Meg is already trying to convince me to go to the dance and now Ron asked me.
Me: Idk, I really wanna do homework this weekend
Truth is, I don't want to go to the dance. I already agreed to go to the game on Friday and then spend my weekend at home. Not to mention, my dad is having a party this weekend, same night I might add, and I rather spend my Saturday night with family than with people from high school. Putting my phone away, I ignored Meg's glare at me.
"Seriously, Christine? Why don't you want to go to homecoming?" She asked me.
"I'm not into dances. I agreed to prom, not homecoming."
"So? What if you're named homecoming queen?"
"I won't be homecoming queen." I assured her. Homecoming queen is always someone who is popular and I am not popular. I have a few friends which is alright by me. Meg is the closest, like a sister to me. I'm okay with a few friends right now, I have my family and Erik's family. I'm happy with that.
"You know all the girls will be all over Ron if you don't come." Meg tried to persuade me to go. Though Ron and I are officially together, that doesn't stop girls from flirting or trying to get with him. I've already had to back off a few cheerleaders. Apparently that's what happens when you date the captain of the football team.
"I trust that he will keep his distance from them or tell them no." I try to convince myself but I can't say with 100% confidence that he will keep his hands or eyes off any girl if I'm not there. I'm not really sure if Erik's threat a week ago really sunk in or Ron just agreed so Erik would be happy.
"I think you should still go."
"I'll decide at the game whether or not I'll go, okay?" Shrugging, I knew she was happy with that answer. Happy with that, I focused my attention back on the teacher as he resumed with whatever he was teaching.
All day Saturday, I spend time with Ron since he won't see me at the dance. My dad works so since I'm not allowed at home with a boy, we end up spending hours at the beach and then some of his parents house. Around three in the afternoon, he drops me off at my house and I can see Erik's car in the driveway. Since Ron and Erik still don't get along so well, he just kisses me and tells me he'll text me later. Walking into the house, I ignore Erik and walk straight to my room. Spending hours outside at the beach makes me tired and all I want is a nap, a nice long uninterrupted nap. Shutting my door, I collapse on the bed and close my eyes.
I'm awoken by the sound of music coming from outside my window. Crawling out of bed, I walk over to the window to see the party going on. Glancing at my phone, I noticed a few texts from Meg and two from Ron, saying they miss me at the dance and wish I was there. Quickly changing into a simple tank and jeans, I decide to make an appearance at the party. Coming out onto the deck, I spot my dad at the grill talking to my cousin and aunt. He waves at me and I wave back and walk over there. He wrap his arm around me as his other hand flips a burger.
"Glad you decided to finally join the party." He says to me. "You slept long."
"Yeah I was just really tired, long day at the beach." I say as I take a plate with a bun and he flops a burger onto it. He quickly takes out another bun and puts a burger between it before setting it on my plate.
"Take that to Erik." He said and I nod. Walking away, I spot the cooler where the beers are sitting in. Walking over to it, I bend down to pick up a Corona which I know Erik drinks.
"I hope you aren't planning on drinking that yourself." My real uncle Sam says as he grabs a beer for himself. "Last time I checked, you aren't 21."
"It's for Erik." I tell him and walk away. Bom Bidi Bom by Nick Jonas is playing over the speakers and a few people are dancing to it. Maneuvering through the crowd, I find Erik sitting at table alone so I pull up a chair next to him and set the plate in between us. I hand him the beer which he takes, opens it and takes a big gulp which means something is bothering him. "You okay?" I ask him. He's usually talking to people, rarely sitting by himself. He shakes his head as he takes another big gulp of the beer. "You want to talk about it?" I ask him as I take a bite of my burger.
"Not really." He answers as he picks up his burger. As he bites down, I see his phone lights up as a message appears on it. Both him and I glanced down at it.
Charlotte: Are you going to ignore me all night or talk to me?
I watch as he quickly typed something and sets his phone down.
"Everything alright with you and Charlotte?" I ask him. "Did you guys break up?"
"I guess you could say that. We weren't really together." Finishing his burger, he leans back in the chair. "We tried, again, and apparently didn't pass the test."
"How come?" I ask, wiping my mouth with a napkin.
"She had a whole list." He ran his fingers through his hair to push it off his face. "Let's see...I work too much, don't communicate enough, I close off a lot and too many tattoos." He said as he leaned forward to grab the beer. "There was more, but those are the main ones. I can see why the tattoos she doesn't like. Both of Erik's arms are covered into tattoos. His chest, abs and back are clear of them. I know all the stories of his tattoos, except for the one quote he has on his inner arm. Despite Erik's hard, tattooed, muscular outside, he has the soul of poet as my dad always told me.
"Her loss." I say as I finish my burger. He smirks as he finishes his beer and sets the empty bottle on the table.
"So why did you skip homecoming?" He asks me, leaning back in his chair.
"I didn't feel like going." His eyes narrow to mine. I could never tell whether his eyes are blue or grey, either color, I'm still jealous of them. They just pop against his tan skin and black hair.
"The real reason." He can always tell when I'm not telling him everything. Sighing, I shift in the chair to tuck my legs under me.
"I didn't really want to go with Ron." I tell him, feeling a little embarrassed.
"You didn't want to go with your own boyfriend?" I nod. "Why's that?" He asks. "I thought you are happy with him." I shrug.
"He's a great guy, but...blah." I say back. "He's not that interesting." He chuckles and looks down for a moment before looking back at me. Rolling my eyes, I look around at the party. A soft breeze blew pass me and instantly goosebumps appeared on my skin. Rubbing my arms, I try to warm them up.
"You cold?" Erik asks me.
"A little." I answer. Florida nights can be cold, especially with the sea breeze we get. Leaning forward in his chair, he pulls the sleeves down of his plaid shirt and shrugs it off. Once off, he holds it out to me. "No, you'll be cold." He's only wearing a tank underneath the plaid that he just took off. His tattoos now in clear view of anyone who looks at him.
"I'll be alright." He says, still holding his plaid out for me. "Take it, add it to your collection." I couldn't help but giggle as Erik mentioned my collection of his stuff. Over the years, I have collected a lot of things of Erik's from t-shirts, a mug, a few baseball hats, his old denim jacket from high school, a few belts and some other random stuff of his. I don't really know why I always took his stuff over the years, but he never seem to mind, always letting me take his stuff. Putting his plaid on, it is huge on me. The sleeve run pass my hands which I don't mind at all. Letting it hug my body, I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent. He stands up and motions me to follow him. Following him, he leads me over to the swinging loveseat. We both sit down and his legs pushes off the ground so we start swinging. I rest my head on his shoulder as we swing in silence, letting the party go on around us.