Chapter 12: Me and Spinner
Sean POV
"Oh, and then he took me to this cute little ice cream shop called 'Silver Dipper'!" She exclaimed. "Who knew Sean could be so... sweet."
I scoffed. I took Emma to Silver Dipper almost every weekend, and paid for her ice cream, and she never thought I was sweet. She expected me to do that. I was Sean, her ice cream-buying, comforting, tell her she's great, sidekick.
Did being sidekick involve listening to her endless, long-winded talks about Spinner and how great he was?
I mean, Spinner's okay, but he's just not... smart. Or sensible. He was weird and kind of stupid (okay, really stupid) and all the girls wanted him. I was so flat-out jealous that I was going to explode! Why couldn't Emma want me as much she wanted Ethan?
What did she see in him anyway, except good hair and a killer smile? I was the one helping her get ready. I'm the one who always makes her feel better. Then why wasn't I the one she was swooning over?
"Yup, he's real sweet." I said, rolling my eyes.
"And then after he dropped me off at my house, he asked me to be his..."
"Hey, Emma, what's going on!" Spinner approached our lunch table. "Can I sit here?"
'No'. I thought.
"Sure." Emma grinned at him and kissed him on the cheek.
WHY WAS SHE DOING THIS IN FRONT OF MY OWN FACE?????
"Hey, Sean, guess what?" He said, with that stupid grin on his face.
I sighed. "What, Spinner?" I said unenthusiastically.
"Me and Emma are going out."
I spit out my macaroni and cheese. "WHAT!?"
"Ew, Sean, gross!" Emma got up. "Come on, Spinner, let's go sit somewhere else." She said, eyeing me and my chewed mac and cheese.
I sighed. Just perfect. My own best friend had become Spinner's girlfriend, and had totally blown me off.
This was a qualified disaster.
Emma's POV
I just slipped into drama class and found a note on my usual desk. 'Sorry', It said. 'For messing up your lunch with Spinner. Forgive me?'
I turned around and saw Sean with a hopeful smile on his face. I nodded and sighed.
Sean was acting extra strange these past few days. Really strange.
"Okay, class, as you know the performance is in only one week from tomorrow, and..."
"Wait, Mr. Thomas." Spinner said, counting on his fingers. "That's seven more days right? There are six days in a week, and then if you add one more, it's seven."
Mr. Thomas scrunched up his face. "Right. Oh, well, as I was saying..."
I let him blabber and sighed in happiness.
Spinner was my boyfriend. Everything was just right.
If only he was Romeo.
"Now, places, everyone!" Mr. Thomas exclaimed.
I groaned. This play was the only thing messing up my almost perfect life.
"So, Emma, the play's da bomb, isn't it?" Spinner asked me at our already second date that evening.
I stabbed my lasagna with a fork. "Yeah, it's great... but I kind of wish someone else was Romeo." I said, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Who?"
I grinned. He was so cute when he was confused. "You, of course."
His eyebrows shot up. "Me, no way! Sean is really good at memorizing all those lines and junk. I mean, remember when Sean made that movie and you weren't being supportive? That's when I found out that I can't act because all of that walking and talking... at the same time.. it's just...hard."
I groaned. Why did he have to bring that up? "Ethan, do you think I'm supportive?" I asked.
"I think you are... what's supportive mean?"
I rolled my eyes. "Never mind."
A/N: Did you see it? Emma's not nervous around Spinner anymore, and nor does she flirt with him? What does that mean? Well, we all know... but when's Little Miss Clueless gonna find out? Review please! Submit ReviewReport Possible AbuseAdd Story to
