Playing the Matchmaker
Chapter 6
Carl looked frantically around, they were only a minute into this concert and they'd already lost Blake. Courtney was going to kill them, and possibly Miranda.
"Hoodsey, where the heck did he go to," Carl jumped up, trying to see the blonde. "Do you think he's alright?"
Hoodsey shrugged, "Who cares?"
"Who care? I do. If we upset Courtney we upset Miranda, and I may have known her only for a short while, but she's kind of terrifyingly sadistic!" finished Carl of with a pant.
"But we'll miss the band play up close," whined Hoodsey, indeed the band were setting up instruments and those he had actually sat down were now crowding around the stage,
"So, we still need to find him," Carl looked critically at Hoodsey. "What's your problem with Blake anyway. It's not as if we're in ninth grade anymore, it's time to move and stuff. Now I'd understand if it was Brandon," Carl shuddered, "that kid is crazier than a headless chicken.
Hoodsey snorted in disgust.
"If you don't know by now Carl, your getting old, it's right in front of you."
"What's right in front of me."
"Blake has the biggest crush on you."
Carl's mouth fell wide open, the thoughts of the blushes and how he had reacted in the doorway came flashing to mind. Then a clearer one came up. Two boys' in a limo, drinking ginger ale and laughing over their victory. Then he remembered how Blake had wanted to bury the hatchet, without saying as much. He recalled, with a slight bitter taste in his mouth how he had instantly rejected the offer.
"So, how long do you think he's had it, Hoods?"
~**~
Miranda looked on as her best friend casually flirted with two guys, she could join them, but it seemed such a hassle. She would never admit that guys were just plain scared of her. It wasn't her fault, she had to be tough, she had to. Courtney bounced over towards her, her creamy face flushed with the excitement and adrenaline this concert seemed to provide.
"This is amazing, I get to set my brother up, and I have a hot date for the concert. Plus one of them really thinks your cute."
Miranda waved a condescending hand at Courtney, "Nah, besides it wouldn't be right, I have a boyfriend. It's how the whole boyfriend/girlfriend dynamics work."
Courtney laughed the giddy laugh she was becoming famous for, "It's only flirting Miranda, lighten up!" The smaller girl pulled at the black girl's wrist and started to slowly push her along.
"I see no reason to," Miranda stuck her nose into the air.
"Oh, come on. You're just standing there, at least let's dance and have a bit of fun.
Again with the dancing, Miranda never understood why people bothered dancing at these sorts of things. Didn't people realise it was all about your looks and keeping up appearances.
Sighing, the two boys loomed nearer as Courtney, like a puppy wagging its tail skipped her towards them, that is until they were hit by two pre- teen boys.
"Woodsey, Carl. What are you doing here? Where's Blake?" asked Courtney bewildered.
"Uh, that's Hoodsey," corrected Hoodsey, Carl elbowed him in the ribs.
"Well, you see, we kind of well lost him." Courtney suddenly grabbed Carl at the collar.
"You what?"
"Oh and I know Blake has a crush on me."
Courtney narrowed her eyes at him, "And what do you think of it?"
Carl looked apologetically at Hoodsey, "To tell you the truth, I don't mind it. It wouldn't be a problem to go on a few dates. He's short of growing on me," finished off Carl, studiously avoiding the upset look on Hoodsey's face.
And that's the end of chapter six, and with Carl's reaction to it, but poor Hoodsey. Well to number seven, you know the drill. See ya!
Chapter 6
Carl looked frantically around, they were only a minute into this concert and they'd already lost Blake. Courtney was going to kill them, and possibly Miranda.
"Hoodsey, where the heck did he go to," Carl jumped up, trying to see the blonde. "Do you think he's alright?"
Hoodsey shrugged, "Who cares?"
"Who care? I do. If we upset Courtney we upset Miranda, and I may have known her only for a short while, but she's kind of terrifyingly sadistic!" finished Carl of with a pant.
"But we'll miss the band play up close," whined Hoodsey, indeed the band were setting up instruments and those he had actually sat down were now crowding around the stage,
"So, we still need to find him," Carl looked critically at Hoodsey. "What's your problem with Blake anyway. It's not as if we're in ninth grade anymore, it's time to move and stuff. Now I'd understand if it was Brandon," Carl shuddered, "that kid is crazier than a headless chicken.
Hoodsey snorted in disgust.
"If you don't know by now Carl, your getting old, it's right in front of you."
"What's right in front of me."
"Blake has the biggest crush on you."
Carl's mouth fell wide open, the thoughts of the blushes and how he had reacted in the doorway came flashing to mind. Then a clearer one came up. Two boys' in a limo, drinking ginger ale and laughing over their victory. Then he remembered how Blake had wanted to bury the hatchet, without saying as much. He recalled, with a slight bitter taste in his mouth how he had instantly rejected the offer.
"So, how long do you think he's had it, Hoods?"
~**~
Miranda looked on as her best friend casually flirted with two guys, she could join them, but it seemed such a hassle. She would never admit that guys were just plain scared of her. It wasn't her fault, she had to be tough, she had to. Courtney bounced over towards her, her creamy face flushed with the excitement and adrenaline this concert seemed to provide.
"This is amazing, I get to set my brother up, and I have a hot date for the concert. Plus one of them really thinks your cute."
Miranda waved a condescending hand at Courtney, "Nah, besides it wouldn't be right, I have a boyfriend. It's how the whole boyfriend/girlfriend dynamics work."
Courtney laughed the giddy laugh she was becoming famous for, "It's only flirting Miranda, lighten up!" The smaller girl pulled at the black girl's wrist and started to slowly push her along.
"I see no reason to," Miranda stuck her nose into the air.
"Oh, come on. You're just standing there, at least let's dance and have a bit of fun.
Again with the dancing, Miranda never understood why people bothered dancing at these sorts of things. Didn't people realise it was all about your looks and keeping up appearances.
Sighing, the two boys loomed nearer as Courtney, like a puppy wagging its tail skipped her towards them, that is until they were hit by two pre- teen boys.
"Woodsey, Carl. What are you doing here? Where's Blake?" asked Courtney bewildered.
"Uh, that's Hoodsey," corrected Hoodsey, Carl elbowed him in the ribs.
"Well, you see, we kind of well lost him." Courtney suddenly grabbed Carl at the collar.
"You what?"
"Oh and I know Blake has a crush on me."
Courtney narrowed her eyes at him, "And what do you think of it?"
Carl looked apologetically at Hoodsey, "To tell you the truth, I don't mind it. It wouldn't be a problem to go on a few dates. He's short of growing on me," finished off Carl, studiously avoiding the upset look on Hoodsey's face.
And that's the end of chapter six, and with Carl's reaction to it, but poor Hoodsey. Well to number seven, you know the drill. See ya!