"Hey, you've reached Rachel's cell phone. I can't come to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I'll call back. Thanks, bye!"
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
"Hey, Rachel, this is Troy. Look, can't we just discuss this? You need to understand that I had no intention to let everything go on like this! And now I just don't know whose heart to break and who to keep. Just… just call me back when you can."
Troy hung up the phone. He lied on his bed, his mind racing, not knowing what to do. He knew Rachel was right. He was definitely in too deep, but how could he pull out of the situation without hurting anybody? It clicked in his mind that the only way he might be able to do this was by breaking everybody's heart and then trying to mend all of them back together again. But he still had no idea which girl he liked. They were all gorgeous, smart, down to earth, and he knew they would each take out time for him. He knew somebody would be hurt, but he didn't know who.
The next morning, students were posting up flyers for this year's Charity Dance. Each year, the school had a Charity Dance to raise money for different causes. Carol went up to Troy.
"Hey Troy!" said Carol.
"Oh… um, hi Carol," said Troy.
"So… I was wondering… since we were on a date yesterday and we are gym class partners and everything… do you want to go to the dance with me?"
Troy thought for a minute. She was the first who had asked, and he didn't want to lie about 'going with someone else'.
"Sure... why not?" said Troy.
"Awesome!" said Carol, kissing Troy on the cheek. "I'll see you in gym class."
Just as Carol walked away, Paris walked up to Troy.
"Hey Troy! So I was just wondering… because we did go on that date and we are doing our English assignment together and everything… would you like to go to the dance with me?"
What? He was already going with Carol, but he wasn't ready to break Paris' heart, not this early in the morning.
"Um... yeah, I will," said Troy. Paris smiled.
Troy walked away, but Molly caught up to him.
"Hey!" she said. "How's my favorite Romeo?"
"Um… I'm good, I guess," said Troy, nervous about what she would ask.
"So, I was wondering… because we do sing together and we're friends and all… would you consider going to the dance with me?"
"Yeah, that sounds good," sighed Troy. His stomach was in knots.
"Awesome!" exclaimed Molly. "I'll see you in drama."
"Sure thing," said Troy. He waked over to Rachel's locker.
"Did you get my messages?"
"Yeah, all twenty of them," said Rachel.
"So… are we cool?" said Troy.
"Only on one condition, Troy. You need to let these girls in on what's happening. I'm sure one will ask you to the dance, and so when the second one comes along and asks the same question, you need to let her down, tell her the truth."
"Um… yeah…" said Troy, knowing he couldn't do that because he had already said yes to all three. "Good plan."
"I'm sorry I was mean. I'm supposed to be your best friend, and I've been stuck-up and jealous because we haven't really talked in ages. Just… just tell them the truth and can forgive you."
"Right," said Troy. "Thanks for understanding."
"Speaking of dance... come to the dance with me, your best friend! Come on, you can't say no to me!" said Rachel, closing her locker.
"Of course not," smiled Zac nervously. "No, I'll go with you."
"Cool! See you later Troy!" said Rachel. The bell rang and she ran to her class.