After school that fine Thursday, I sat in the band room reading The Sword of Shannara by Terry Brooks. It had been a long time since I had last had time to read, so I was taking advantage of any and all opportunities I found. I was almost to the most exciting part of the book (to me), where everyone discovers Flick and Shea are missing and they've just stumbled into a trap. I was so deeply engrossed in my book, sitting in a chair on the third step where the trumpets normally sat, that I did not notice when people began filing into the band room.
Suddenly I felt cold hands against my cheeks and I spun around so fast I fell off the chair and it toppled to the floor to land on top of me. I heard everyone laughing and a soft gasp behind me, which I assumed belonged to the person with the super cold hands. The first thing I thought was, Omigosh, is my book okay? So I checked my book and found that the pages were all unbent and perfectly fine. I placed my bookmark inside the book to mark my spot and slid it out from underneath my new, uncomfortable tent. Before I could get up, someone removed the chair and was helping me up.
"You okay? I didn't think I'd scare you that badly," Lucas' sweet voice rang out. I couldn't help but smile just at hearing his voice.
"It's alright. I think I'm going to have a few new bruises, but being as clumsy as me gets you hurt a lot. Don't worry about me, Lucas," I said reassuringly.
"If you say so. That was a pretty bad fall."
I nodded. "I'll be fine." The look on his face was skeptical. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, c'mon. It's not like I'm going to die jsut because I got scared shitless and fell off a chair. I'm stronger than that!"
"Ok, ok! Chill," he said, putting his hands up defensively.
"So...what are you up to after school today?" I asked, hoping he might be staying here later than usual.
"Well, Taylor and I decided to have a rehearsal today at 4:00, so I'll be here until about 5:00, 5:30, give or take a few minutes."
I perked up. "Ooh! Could I stay here and watch? I'll need a ride home, though."
He smiled and nodded, placing his hands on my shoulders to stop my crazed bouncing.
"As cute as you look doing that, I must ask you to stop for fear of endangering youself and others, meaning me."
Silent gasp. He just called me cute! Omigosh! He started to shift uncomfortably under my gaze, his grin fading.
"Um...Cheyenne? I wanted to ask you something..."
"Do continue," I said, my interest intense.
"Um...well, I was wondering...er...I don't have anybody to take to prom and I was hoping you would come with me. Do you want to?"
My eyes bulged and I felt my knees tremble before giving out altogether. Everything was black before I could even hit the floor.