Chapter 8
Freddy's POV
Oy, why did I feel bad for Summer? I was getting really pissed off at myself for thinking about it. Maybe I should apologize to her. No, that just wouldn't be me. I plopped down on my bed and rested my chin on my hand. Just get on with life and forget about Summer, you've got Marta, said the voice inside my head. I was just about to do that when the other voice in my head said, go apologize to Summer, you know you want to. What? I got up from my bed and walked out my door. This was way to confusing for me, and it was only first week of school.
Summer's POV
I needed a plan. A good plan, much better than my first. I was usually good at thinking up plans. The one I had thought of to get us to play at Battle of the Bands had certainly worked. I needed one as good as that, or even better. I rubbed my hands together mischievously, feeling like Megan from that show Drake and Josh. I needed to convince Lawrence and Marta to go somewhere during a slow song so I could get Freddy. Convincing Lawrence would be easy, but I wasn't too sure about Marta. I tried to think but I just couldn't. Maybe I should just wing it, and forget about a killer plan. Oh whatever, I'll get Michelle and Eleni's advice at school tomorrow. I cleared my thoughts, and turned on my computer to email Ms. Mullins and remind her about the dance.