Day 7
I got to school the next day only to be bombarded with questions. "Are you going?" "What did they say?" "Are you smart enough?" "Are you going?" was the most popular by far. "I don't know." "I don't know." "I have no clue." Was all that I could say? I started to irritated. I mean, my life was screwed up enough but I didn't need them on my back. One mom is enough thanks.
Whatever they said or asked was now followed by a simple "No comment." I was now not in the mood.
When I got to homeroom Steven looked more down in the dumps than me. He wouldn't tell me, he said that nothing was wrong.
Later I found a note that someone had given me. I didn't know who it was from, but my name was in it.
Hey, I read your last note and it was totally weird. You like McKenzie? Do you even know her that well? Yeah, I know you guys have gone to school together forever, but are you sure you want to do this? What if she rejects you? I don't want to see you get hurt. Be careful, Me
Well, that was the weirdest note I've ever read. Who is his person? I feel like I'm being stalked! I want to just rollover and go to sleep. This is too much for me to take in.
"Your guess is as good as mine," I say to Alex.
"There are tons of guys that like you," she pauses, "they are just afraid to tell you."
"What?" I say astonished.
"Yeah, ever since e that day when you were in the short skirt and frilly top," Alex says with a smirk.
"It was prep school day!" I say defending myself. "Whatever," Alex says and laughs.
This just makes me feel better. I have "tons" of guys that want to go out with me. Don't get me wrong, I like guys, but I don't know what ones like me. If I knew then maybe I could let them down easy. Knowing this new piece of information changes everything. That guy at the water fountain could be picturing me as his new wife. Oh my gosh!
The rest of the day was a blur. All I could think about was, "Does this guy like me?" Sometimes these thoughts came out, thank goodness Alex was there to stop me, or she would assure me that he did or didn't/
Even at me tennis practice I was checking out ever guy that came my way. I was almost hit three times before I started to really focus.
My parents decided to have another "little talk" with me. They said that they would wait for another week before they decided if they were going to move. I sighed with relief but then I gasped when I realized that I had to spend another week trying to figure out who this guy was.
I got to school the next day only to be bombarded with questions. "Are you going?" "What did they say?" "Are you smart enough?" "Are you going?" was the most popular by far. "I don't know." "I don't know." "I have no clue." Was all that I could say? I started to irritated. I mean, my life was screwed up enough but I didn't need them on my back. One mom is enough thanks.
Whatever they said or asked was now followed by a simple "No comment." I was now not in the mood.
When I got to homeroom Steven looked more down in the dumps than me. He wouldn't tell me, he said that nothing was wrong.
Later I found a note that someone had given me. I didn't know who it was from, but my name was in it.
Hey, I read your last note and it was totally weird. You like McKenzie? Do you even know her that well? Yeah, I know you guys have gone to school together forever, but are you sure you want to do this? What if she rejects you? I don't want to see you get hurt. Be careful, Me
Well, that was the weirdest note I've ever read. Who is his person? I feel like I'm being stalked! I want to just rollover and go to sleep. This is too much for me to take in.
"Your guess is as good as mine," I say to Alex.
"There are tons of guys that like you," she pauses, "they are just afraid to tell you."
"What?" I say astonished.
"Yeah, ever since e that day when you were in the short skirt and frilly top," Alex says with a smirk.
"It was prep school day!" I say defending myself. "Whatever," Alex says and laughs.
This just makes me feel better. I have "tons" of guys that want to go out with me. Don't get me wrong, I like guys, but I don't know what ones like me. If I knew then maybe I could let them down easy. Knowing this new piece of information changes everything. That guy at the water fountain could be picturing me as his new wife. Oh my gosh!
The rest of the day was a blur. All I could think about was, "Does this guy like me?" Sometimes these thoughts came out, thank goodness Alex was there to stop me, or she would assure me that he did or didn't/
Even at me tennis practice I was checking out ever guy that came my way. I was almost hit three times before I started to really focus.
My parents decided to have another "little talk" with me. They said that they would wait for another week before they decided if they were going to move. I sighed with relief but then I gasped when I realized that I had to spend another week trying to figure out who this guy was.