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CHAPTER TWO


Spinelli had been home for about an hour. Thinking she should call Bobby and tell him she wasn't going on Friday she picked up the receiver and dialed his number.

"Hello?" Bobby's father asked.

"Hey, is Bobby there?" Spinelli asked.

"No, he's not. Can I take a message?" His father asked.

"Yeah, can you tell him that I'm not going on Friday?" She asked.

"Yeah sure. Sorry but what is your name again? So many girls call for Bobby that it gets confusing" He asked.

"Spinelli." She told him somewhat disappointed

"Okay. I'll give him your message." He says before hanging up the phone.

Spinelli looked over at the clock after hanging up her phone. It was only 4:15. He was always home around this time. Spenelli wondered where he was.





"Yeah, that would be great Max." TJ said as he talked on the phone with Max.

"Yeah TJ I can have the Transmission for you by Thursday. But you know your going to have to pay just a little bit more." Max told TJ.

"Yeah I know. I'll have the money for you on tomorrow so I can race on Friday." TJ stated.

"Great. I'll see you later okay TJ." Max said.

"'Kay, bye." TJ said before hanging up his cordless phone.

"Now all I have to do is tell Spinelli and the others that I really can race." TJ said to himself.

"I'll tell Spinelli Friday morning. Man, will she be surprised." He thought allowed





Spinelli had finished her homework over an hour ago. That was at 8:10. It was now about 9:30. Seeing as how there was nothing to do Spenelli decided to call Gretchen.

Spinelli grabbed her cordless phone off her nightstand and dialed Gretchen's number.

"Hello." Gretchen's mother said after picking up the phone.

"Hey, is Gretchen there?" Spinelli asked.

"Yeah, hang on a moment Spinelli." Gretchen's mother said before calling for Gretchen.

"Hey, Spinelli." Gretchen said as she took the phone from her mother's hand.

"Hey. So what are you doing tomorrow?" Spinelli asked.

"Well let me see. Tomorrow is Thursday so I am doing nothing." Gretchen told Spinelli.

"I figured that so do you want to go to the movies?" Spinelli asked.

"Yeah, sure. Is any body else going or is this going to be a girl's night out?" Gretchen asked?

"I don't know I was thinking about asking TJ and the gang but if you don't want to we don't have to ask them." Spinelli said with a tiny bit of disappointment in her voice. Not enough for Gretchen to detect though.

"It's fine with me if you invite them. I just don't like Bobby. I get this weird feeling about him. I don't know he just doesn't rub me the right way. You know what I mean?" Gretchen asked.

"Yeah I know. But anyway you don't have to worry about that cause I am not going to invite him." Spinelli told Gretchen.

"That's good." Gretchen breathed a sign of relief.

"Okay enough of that." Spinelli said.

"Okay." Gretchen agreed.

"So, what are we going to see?" Gretchen asked.

"I don't know. Let me go get the paper." Spinelli requested.

"Okay." Gretchen said.

"'Kay, hold on." Spinelli said as she went down stairs with her phone to ask her dad where he had put the paper.

"Hey, dad?" Spinelli asked interrupting him.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Where did you put tonight's paper?" She asked him.

"Its over there by the coffee table." He said before going back to playing with his scrambled Rubik's cube.

"Thanks." she said after she picked up the paper.

Spinelli quickly flew up the stairs and into her room.

"Okay Gretchen, I've got the paper." she told Gretchen as she began to lie down on her bed.

"So what movies are in?" Gretchen asked.

"Here let me open the thing first." Spinelli said as she opened the paper and flipped to the section where the movies were located.

"Alright, there is Wild Things, Mary and her Hair, Married to a Demon, and the rest we've already seen." Spinelli told Gretchen ask she looked threw the movie titles.

"What's Wild Things about?" Gretchen questioned with wonder.

"Well, I heard it was about these two girls who go into town for New Year's and end up in the wrong section of town." Spinelli offered.

"Well that sounds cool. I guess we really can't decide though until we are all together though." Gretchen said.

"Oh well. So anyways what time are you getting to school tomorrow?" Spinelli.

"I don't know. Maybe about 7:45." Gretchen estimated.

"Okay." Spinelli said.

"When are you getting there?" Gretchen then returned the question.

"I have no clue. Me and TJ are supposed to walk together though." Spinelli remarked.

"Well...hey sorry Spinelli but I got to go." Gretchen said after being called by her mother.

"That's okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Spinelli said.

"Yeah, bye." Gretchen said.

"Bye." Spinelli stated before clicking the talk button on her phone, which turned it off.

Spinelli put her phone down in its resting place. Exhausted Spinelli fell back onto her bed contemplating about why she was even going out with Bobby Contellson. After all he was three years older than her. But wasn't she supposed to date guys that were a little bit older, more experienced guys?

Why had she even gone out with him? How had she even met him? Spinelli drifted off into her memories thinking of the first time she had met Bobby Contellson.

Spinelli was standing with Gretchen and TJ as they watched the first race of the night. Spinelli watched captivated as a black sports car won. She watched the driver step out of the car.

"Bobby had on black pants and a green muscle shirt. He was wearing sunglasses so she couldn't see his deep chocolate brown eyes.

Spinelli was snapped out of her memories when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in." Spinelli called in response to the knock.

"Hey honey, its time for bed." Her mom told her.

"Okay." Spinelli said.

"Good night, sweetie." Her mother said.

"Good nigh, mother." Spinelli replied as her mother closed her door.

Spinelli to tired to remember any more memories changed out of her clothes into green pajama pants and a white tank top before slipping under her blue stain sheets.





TJ was lying in his bed, wide-awake. He looked over at his digital clock. It was 2:43 AM and he still hadn't gone to bed yet.

His mind was on Friday's street race. He would be racing Bobby, Spinelli's boyfriend. Maybe he should let Bobby win. No, Spinelli wouldn't like him to do that. In fact TJ thought Bobby was quite stuck up on his ego.

Why should he inflate it more? TJ rolled over in his bed twisting his clean smelling cotton sheets. Slowly TJ's eyelids began to close. His last thoughts before he went to bed where ones of Spinelli.