Author's Note:
Okay in my opinion the last chapter was kind of boring.
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All went down as planned at the Diner yesterday, and I got Jacob to ask me to the dance. Since I was supposed to be all flirty, I even leaned over on my way out and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He may not have thought I noticed, but I saw him look down my shirt. (There is just something about that that makes me uncomfortable.) Anyway, we were on for the dance Friday, and I got my what Jessica called 'kiss me' lipstick.
It was two days till the dance. I don't know what I was expecting to happen. I saw Jacob in the halls, I only glanced at him but I never walked with him, because I didn't want to piss off Dean. (I really wanted to believe him.) Dean…hummm. I love the sound of his name. I even remember the pattern of his breathing. I miss him. As if he knew I was thinking about him, he rounded the corner and touched me on the shoulder. He wasn't sure what my reaction would be. I could tell he was a little awkward.
I smiled and said, "Hello Dean."
He smiled back and said, "Hello Cammy."
"How are you?" I asked truly interested.
"I'm okay. We have a big game on Friday, so I am getting ready for that." He replied.
"Right on, I look forward to it. Quack, Quack." I smiled and excused myself as I had come to the door of my next class. I tossed him a smile over my shoulder as he walked away.
The rest of the day seemed to float away.
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"DeAnna, I know something is up. So you might as well tell me." Said Fulton, a little taken back by his own forwardness.
"Really. You know? What is it you think you know?" DeAnna asked in a coy way.
"I know that you are up to something. And so you might as well come clean now." He said getting a little more into it, seeing as she was amused.
"Really, where do you get your information?" She asked with a smirk.
"Vicki." Crap, he wasn't supposed to say that, he wasn't really 'friends' with her and if he was talking to her than he must be up to something too.
"That is interesting, seeing as how you don't have any classes together and no mutual friends. Except Dean… I think it is you who should come clean and right now Mister Reed." DeAnna said with expert talent at switching the spotlight.
"Well, I…Uh." Stumbled Fulton.
"Wow…Really. Fascinating." DeAnna mocked.
"Ok, fine" started Fulton, "we know there is something not right with mister Rico Suave and we are going to prove it to everyone. And expose him for the creep that he is." Said Fulton getting a bit upset at the thought of someone messing with his best friend's girl.
"Now was that so hard?" asked DeAnna.
"I guess not, now it's your turn." He said folding his arms, like she had just previously done.
"Are you mocking me?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Me? No…never." He said smiling.
"I think you pretty much covered it." She said smirking.
"So what are you guys doing about it?" He asked inquisitively.
"Oh, I have got it taken care of, you shall see soon enough." She said.
He knew not to push it if he wanted to stay on her good side.
"So, does it have anything to do with the dance on Friday?" He asked.
"Maybe." She said
"Does that mean you are going?" He asked trying to sound like he was still talking about her plan.
"Maybe." She said looking at him a little mischievously.
"Do you have a date?" He said looking in a different direction.
'Maybe', would have been her first response but instead she said, "If you plan on taking me, yes I do…So are you going to take me?"
He smiled and said "Maybe."
She punched him in the arm.
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Authors Note:
Yeah, Yeah I know, more talking. More like stalling. But I don't want to end it too quickly, this is far too much fun. :P The next chapter will be the dance.