Chapter 7: Homecoming
Ah homecoming! For us football freaks, it's all about the game between Easterndale and our rival, Callendale. For me, it's to prove that me and Damon are in it for the long haul. Apparently there's a bet that me and Damon will "call its splits" before winter break. I want to prove to all those idiots that we won't split. And to do that, I have to cheer my little heart out for our star quarterback. Yes, Damon is that quarterback. And no, I'm not a cheerleader. I can't stand their uniforms; they're practically naked!
"Gabby? Are you gonna be at the game tonight?" Is that doubt in his voice? Oh no he didn't!
"Yes I'll be there. I'm gonna cheer my head off if I have to." When I'm determined, there's no stopping me.
"Please don't let that dumb bet get to you Gabs. We both know we won't split up." How does he know that? We've been together for almost a month and winter break is four months away.
"I won't. I just want to prove to those freaks that we love each other." I won't back down!
"I know that face and tone. There isn't anything I can do to stop you is there?" He knows me too well.
"Nope! Now let's go to homeroom to see who's on homecoming court this year. Bet it's the pops again."
The pops are a group of tiny size two Barbies that are freaking cheerleaders. And I hate them. They used to bully me, but that's a long story. Wait! They still do. Only because I'm a size 10. I'm curvy! So what? I'm a great athlete; I run track, play lacrosse, softball, volleyball, and soccer.
Guess who's on homecoming court… the head pop Cindy and her two Barbie clones Kris and Brenda. And there's another girl… me. I'm on homecoming court? Another dress, number six. Damon better not laugh at me!
"Babe, you on homecoming court? Oh Lord this won't be easy!" And now he's laughing at me.
"Oh shut up! Are you gonna help me find a dress or not?" I'm giving him my "I hate you" glare.
"Yes. If I don't, you would never get a dress. You would walk out in shorts!" So? I don't like dresses!
"Okay. After school?" Please say yes! I need to ask him something.
"Sure thing gorgeous! Meet me at my car after final bell?" He gives me his signature flirty wink.
"Yep! Gotta go. Math awaits. Save me!"
"Sorry. Don't have another note. Bye! See you at lunch." He walks away mumbling about dresses. I got such a girly boyfriend.
School was boring as usual. The only thing I'm looking forward to is getting the dress and asking Damon to be my escort even though he'll be all sweaty and gross.
"Okay what color should my dress be? Oh and will you please be my escort?" We are walking to Damon's mustang convertible, a gift from his parents and me on our birthday.
"Yes I will be your escort. Any color would look good on you. Your tan skin and brown hair will look good with any dress. Personally, I think a brown dress will look best on you. Let's go to Dillard's and look. We got to hurry. The game is at six." He grabs my arm and runs to Dillard's.
"How about this dress Damon?" I hold up a dress that's knee length and shows a little bit of cleavage.
"I like it. I just don't want any guys staring at your chest." Oh God! Why did Damon have to be the jealous type?
"Don't worry. My chest will only be viewed by you. Deal?" Ha I know he'll like this.
"Deal! Let's go. I'll pay." I love my boyfriend. He's so sweet and nice.
I went home and got ready. It took me forever to get my makeup just right, but what would you expect? I never wear makeup! Damon came and picked me up. To say he was speechless was the understatement of the year. He was practically undressing me with his eyes!
"Damon! My eyes are up here!" Men. All they love are butts and boobs.
"Sorry. You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?" Ha! I made him blush!
"Yes. Let's go. Can't believe that I'm in this ridiculous dress." I can't stand dresses. I feel like such a girl.
Homecoming was actually fun. We won the game. My dress looked a lot better than Cindy's. She looked like she tried too hard. The bet was called off since I "proved" we were in it for the long haul. How? Let's just say there was a lot of kissing and a lot of yelling from the principal. It was worth it though! I just hope the drama stops now. But we all know that in high school, there is always drama.