Chapter 13
Text message from Taylor Lee to Emma Woodhouse:
Hey Em:
Chris is taking me sailing this Saturday!
With his brother and his brother's girlfriend.
Do you want to come along? I already asked
Dave and he's going!
So text me back?
See you at school!
Taylor xx
Message from Emma Woodhouse to Taylor Lee
Subject: reply to text
Sorry, didn't charge phone last night. Died.
Um….Saturday? Sorry, don't think I'll be able to go tomorrow!
I promised I'll go shopping with Izzy! Sorry, another time.
Anyway, it'll be better with just you four. All in couples!
So you don't gross Dave and me out! :p
Have fun!
Luv ya
P.s: skating trip this afternoon!
Message from Taylor Lee to Emma Woodhouse
Subject: none
Ok, then. You and Dave are kind of a couple! :p
I'm joking, Em, please don't kill me!
Skating trip? Fun with Spike! :p
Got to go! Bio next and I reckon Jenkins has a hunch about us using email…
mwah Taylor
Message from Harriet Smith to Emma Woodhouse
Subject: hey!
Emma, don't forget this afternoon! I'm really excited…but I'm more excited about this
Saturday's dance!! Well, I'll meet Dave and you outside the gate? Did you bring clothes to change into?
I was on msn last night with Spike, and he's looking forward to this afternoon!
Harriet xx
Diary Entry of Emma Woodhouse
8:30
Skating trip with the revheads wasn't so bad. Hahaha. It was actually pretty good! Robert Martin is nothing compared to John Elton!
Get this. He was wearing some gross parker or whatever he called it ( which was the colour of boogies) with all this vulgar street slang written all over it!
I asked him what brand it was. And he said his uncle made it. Homemade. How lovely! His uncle has a very impressive intellectual vocabulary!
No wonder, people think Australians are outbackish and vulgar. Because we have people like Robert Martin's uncle to represent our nation!
What a promising future! Well, that's not the point. Robert's hair was done in a very unimpressive fashion…try-hard. John's hair is all nicely
gelled, while on the other hand, Robert Martin's….it looked like he dunked in into a bucket of jelly. Wait till I get to his friends!
Oh god, they look like criminals! I swear! The girls had all these weird tacky jewellery on and….the clothes. Just looking at them makes me feel sorry for them.
And Spike? His name says it all! Just as feral and dog-like! He was the least impressive one out of the grotty gang! He was eyeing Dave as if he was my boyfriend.
Right. But that gave me an idea. It was kind of like the Kevin Situation. Just that I wasn't trying to snub Spike but this act was done in SELF PROTECTION!! Spike kept on wanting to HOLD my hand. As if I'll let him get that close! And he thought that when I gave him my most forced gracious smile, that that was an invitation to SKATE with me!
He was like a leech. I had no choice, I had to do something! So, I kind of gripped onto Dave's collar. (Even Dave looked better than them!
His red & blue striped polo jersey plus jeans looked at least socially acceptable!)
Dave accused me of over balancing him when I fell on him and we ended up on the ice. But that didn't stop me. To show that Hartfield people are way above the Highbury, I decided to over do it a little. Only a little!
But Dave was not helping at all! I felt like knocking him out with my heavy skates. He couldn't have known what I was trying to do!
He's not smart enough. But when Spike wanted to dance with me ( we went to this really gay rink with dancing), the moment I saw him charging towards me, I grabbed Dave hard by the arm. Iron grip, so he would be in pain and not escape.
But strangely (and thankfully) he didn't try to pull away. Probably thought dancing with Spike would be just too cruel.
The song was a romantic one and so I was stuck there with Dave, but it was worth it. Even if he was too tall. But I could've been with Spike. Eugh.
When the song was finally over, we went over to where Harriet was. She was sitting there talking to some girl called Tia.
The guys kind of ignored Dave, because they didn't know a thing about football. Only skate-boarding. And because they're so lowly.
I tried to ignore the bad grammar of them all as best as I could. I was getting really bored when Dave finally found something both sides of society knew. They guys were talking about some band they all like.
I looked around trying to spot any hotties. Zero. That was when I realized my plan was in danger of being jeopardized! Filthy Robert Martin was looking at Harriet. I had to do something!
So I suggested we all go skating again and grabbed Harriet by the elbow. For the rest of the afternoon, I kept her right next to me. And if Robert came along, I would start answering him about whatever thing he wanted to talk about with Harriet.
I didn't give them a chance to talk to each other. Finally he stopped trying, when I deliberately made him overhear a conversation I was having with Harriet. About John Elton and the dance. Hahah.
I've accomplished two things today! Ruled a distinction between John and Robert. And kept Robert away from Harriet. Hopefully for good.
But there is a downside to things. Dave is in a grumpy mood. I think he heard us talking about John and the dance.
Well, there's nothing I could do about that! John and Harriet's not going to happen with Robert Martin in the way!
I can't write with Iz in here. She's talking about her date with John. And bouncing on the bed. So it's hard to write.
John's sweet unlike his twin. Iz is crazy about him!
………………………………………………………
She's pretending my pillow is John. And just started to KISS IT!!
Oh god, I can't sleep on it tonight! I'm chasing her out! Too tired to write anymore anyway! My arm hurts from Dave crunching it when we fell over.
And Iz wants me to listen to a new song they learnt at orchestra! Which she claims is John and her song. Since it's their cello duet.
Hahaha.
Em xoxo