5
B
Dad took my car to get the oil changed this morning, so I bum a ride home with Angela after school. I invite her in under the guise of a study session, but really, I have to share what happened today during fifth period with someone before I explode. Unlike Jessica, I consider Angela a trustworthy friend. She won't blab about my personal life. We grab drinks and snacks from the kitchen before stretching out on my bed.
Mr. Berty has been threatening to surprise us with a pop quiz. I'm not worried. I've read The Great Gatsby a few times for leisure reading and know it like the back of my hand.
Angela stops me before I can open my bag. "I know you didn't invite me here to study. What's up?"
"Edward Cullen talked to me today," I blurt out and immediately clamp my hand over my mouth to hide the insane smile that takes over my face at just the thought of that crooked grin.
Angela chokes on her pizza bagel. "Really?" she asks when she's finished hacking up a lung.
I nod.
"So, what did he say?"
I tell her all about our somewhat stunted conversation, about my love for all things chocolate.
Angela's eyes narrow. "There's more."
"He smiled at me, and I swear to zombies, if I wasn't sitting down, I would have melted on the spot." I fan my overheated face. "Talk about swoon."
She cackles and hits me with a throw pillow. "I knew you were crushing on him, but, girl, you have got it bad."
"I do." I sigh.
"What else happened? That can't be all of it."
"He insisted on doing most of the work today because of my cast. We didn't talk much, but anything is better than the silent treatment he's been giving me for months."
"Well, that's something, I guess."
Who knew a simple day in culinary operations would fill me with so much hope?