It was morning. Tawny sat up in her room and smiled. She actually was
looking forward to school today. She got ready as she normally did, and
then went downstairs and ate breakfast. A simple granola bar and a glass
of milk, nothing too special at all. Her parents worked, so she'd never
really had those big pancake breakfasts some kids talk about having nearly
every morning. She didn't care, either. This way, her parents would stay
out of her life even more. They didn't eat at the same table, she didn't
have to deal with them psychoanalyzing her or something creepy like that in
the morning. She had to walk to school today, her mother wasn't able to
drive, and she was in no mood to take the bus.
It was a very nice day out. Warm, sunny, perfect weather. Tawny wondered if when she passed Louis's house he'd be coming outside then. A girl can hope, can't she? She turned the corner and began walking up the street that she knew was Louis's. She passed his house and grinned. She debated about going to the door, until she saw it in the driveway.
Her sweater. The special one she had given him while they were dating. Lying on the driveway, crumpled up. She could not believe it. He had said he was sorry, and she, had foolishly believed him. She clenched her fists together, rage boiling inside of her. She took a deep breath to keep from screaming. 'I will not get mad, I will not get mad.' She shut her eyes tightly, and counted to ten. After all this, she felt a little calmer. Well, if he didn't want the sweater, she would just take it herself. She grabbed it and shoved it in her backpack. It was a hard fit with all her schoolbooks, but the sweater made it. She felt so upset that he would do this, but she stood there quietly. She would see if he remembered at school that day. He probably wouldn't. He was probably just calling last night so he could use her or something.
Louis wasn't the type of guy to use a girl though. He couldn't be just using her, could he? It wasn't like Louis at all, but could he have changed in a matter of a few days? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know either. She would go to school and act perfectly normal, and see if Louis tried to talk to her. And if he did, she'd wait to see, maybe he threw the sweater when he was mad, so he'd apologize. Now, that, could be understandable.
That was probably it. He threw the sweater when he was mad. Okay.
"LOUIS! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"
Tawny could hear Louis's mother yelling inside the house. It was time to start walking again, if she wanted to get to school without having to deal with Louis. She turned and walked down the street, towards the school.
************************************************************************ "Son, you are going to be late! Get down here, now!"
Louis ran down the stairs. He was running late as usual, but this time because he hadn't been able to find what he wanted to wear. He hadn't been able to find the sweater Tawny had given him. He dashed outside, and noticed lying on the sidewalk, was the sweater. "YES!" he shrieked, and pulled it on. He did a happy dance around the sidewalk, and then ran off to the school to try and talk to Tawny.
He got to school in record time, and saw Tawny standing off by herself. He stopped for a moment, brushed off his sweater, and began walking toward Tawny.
"Hi, Tawny."
Tawny turned and saw Louis. She composed herself, and responded with a "hi." He was wearing the sweater. Why had he thrown it out the window then? Perhaps he was angry. Or was he trying to suck up so he could win her over?
"So, uh, Tawny, are you going to the dance tonight?"
He was trying to suck up. He just wanted a date to the stupid dance. Tawny felt her hopes deflate, but realized she could get him back easily. He looked so hopeful, it was almost sad. Maybe he really wanted to go with her because he liked her?
No. He was going to use her. She couldn't let him.
"Oh, no, I don't think I'm going actually. Sorry."
"Okay then. See you later, Tawny."
Louis walked off, feeling quite a bit sadder than he had felt in a long time.
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"What? She rejected him? No way!" Twitty hissed angrily. They had worked too hard to watch the plan end up like this.
"I cannot believe this. They were happy. Louis apologized to her last night. How can she be mad?"
"I don't know!"
"Maybe she's just nervous," Ren suggested.
"Great time for nerves to strike!"
Ren heard the bell tone, and groaned. "I'm late!"
"Shoot, so am I!"
The two hugged briefly, then dashed off to their classes, trying to think of a way to fix the Louis/Tawny problem.
It was a very nice day out. Warm, sunny, perfect weather. Tawny wondered if when she passed Louis's house he'd be coming outside then. A girl can hope, can't she? She turned the corner and began walking up the street that she knew was Louis's. She passed his house and grinned. She debated about going to the door, until she saw it in the driveway.
Her sweater. The special one she had given him while they were dating. Lying on the driveway, crumpled up. She could not believe it. He had said he was sorry, and she, had foolishly believed him. She clenched her fists together, rage boiling inside of her. She took a deep breath to keep from screaming. 'I will not get mad, I will not get mad.' She shut her eyes tightly, and counted to ten. After all this, she felt a little calmer. Well, if he didn't want the sweater, she would just take it herself. She grabbed it and shoved it in her backpack. It was a hard fit with all her schoolbooks, but the sweater made it. She felt so upset that he would do this, but she stood there quietly. She would see if he remembered at school that day. He probably wouldn't. He was probably just calling last night so he could use her or something.
Louis wasn't the type of guy to use a girl though. He couldn't be just using her, could he? It wasn't like Louis at all, but could he have changed in a matter of a few days? She didn't know, and she didn't want to know either. She would go to school and act perfectly normal, and see if Louis tried to talk to her. And if he did, she'd wait to see, maybe he threw the sweater when he was mad, so he'd apologize. Now, that, could be understandable.
That was probably it. He threw the sweater when he was mad. Okay.
"LOUIS! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"
Tawny could hear Louis's mother yelling inside the house. It was time to start walking again, if she wanted to get to school without having to deal with Louis. She turned and walked down the street, towards the school.
************************************************************************ "Son, you are going to be late! Get down here, now!"
Louis ran down the stairs. He was running late as usual, but this time because he hadn't been able to find what he wanted to wear. He hadn't been able to find the sweater Tawny had given him. He dashed outside, and noticed lying on the sidewalk, was the sweater. "YES!" he shrieked, and pulled it on. He did a happy dance around the sidewalk, and then ran off to the school to try and talk to Tawny.
He got to school in record time, and saw Tawny standing off by herself. He stopped for a moment, brushed off his sweater, and began walking toward Tawny.
"Hi, Tawny."
Tawny turned and saw Louis. She composed herself, and responded with a "hi." He was wearing the sweater. Why had he thrown it out the window then? Perhaps he was angry. Or was he trying to suck up so he could win her over?
"So, uh, Tawny, are you going to the dance tonight?"
He was trying to suck up. He just wanted a date to the stupid dance. Tawny felt her hopes deflate, but realized she could get him back easily. He looked so hopeful, it was almost sad. Maybe he really wanted to go with her because he liked her?
No. He was going to use her. She couldn't let him.
"Oh, no, I don't think I'm going actually. Sorry."
"Okay then. See you later, Tawny."
Louis walked off, feeling quite a bit sadder than he had felt in a long time.
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"What? She rejected him? No way!" Twitty hissed angrily. They had worked too hard to watch the plan end up like this.
"I cannot believe this. They were happy. Louis apologized to her last night. How can she be mad?"
"I don't know!"
"Maybe she's just nervous," Ren suggested.
"Great time for nerves to strike!"
Ren heard the bell tone, and groaned. "I'm late!"
"Shoot, so am I!"
The two hugged briefly, then dashed off to their classes, trying to think of a way to fix the Louis/Tawny problem.