Dinner was good, as always. After dinner, J.J. and I went back to my room to talk for a little while longer. Nudge's housekeeper came to pick up her and J.J., leaving me and Ella here.
"So, what were you guys talking about?" asked Ella eagerly.
"Oh, not much. Why?"
"Because I heard you guys talk about boyfriends. Who's yours?" I laughed and threw a pillow at her.
"No one and you know that," I said.
"Okay, okay!" she shouted, trying to dodge the pillows. "Stop! The housekeeper's going to throw a fit when she sees this!"
"She's getting paid, isn't she?" I asked. "Now go back to your own room."
"Fine!" I watched her skip out of my room and went to sleep.
The next morning, J.J. picked up me and Ella for school in her blue Ferrari which she got for her sixteenth birthday about a month ago. Nudge was already sitting in the backseat with Iggy.
"Good morning Nudge. Mornin' Igster. Why weren't you at yesterday's practice?" I asked.
"Mom and dad wanted me to meet someone and I had a headache from all the rain." I raised a brow.
"A headache from all the rain?" asked Ella in surprise. "But I thought you loved rain!"
"Not running in it, I don't," he said, shuddering. "Remember the time we were having a meet against Kipling and it was raining? Worst meet of the season."
"We still won," J.J. reminded him.
"Barely." She shrugged and continued driving. Nudge and Ella were talking animatedly with Iggy. In the rearview mirror, J.J. and I exchanged knowing looks. Ella and Nudge defiantly had a crush on Iggy. I wondered whose heart he would break first…
"We're here," announced J.J., parking her car with all the other expensive cars. She smoothed out her short white jean skirt and pink polo top and touched up her make up slightly in the rearview mirror before getting out. I did the same with my white two layer skirt and multicolored hoodie. She handed me a breath mint and I gave her a stick of gum. We smiled at each other before putting on our sunglasses.
"Just in case," we said at the same time and smirked. We were always like this.
"Iggy! Are you coming?" I shouted. He was still talking to Nudge and Ella. Makes you wonder.
"Yeah. Bye girls." He winked at them and came with us. I rolled my eyes.
"They're absolutely smitten with you," teased J.J. "You really shouldn't lead them on like that."
"I can't help it; I'm a track star. I was born to lead girls on."
"Nudge is practically my sister and Ella is my sister," I said. "Don't hurt them, 'kay?"
"Whatever you say, Queen Maximum," he said gallantly. I clocked him in the head. "Ouch."
"You boys have no resistant to pain," said J.J. Iggy shot her a dirty look. "What? Can you deny it? Didn't think so. Are you coming to today's practice?"
"Unless my mom calls me up and tells me that I have to meet with Ellen DeGeneres or Oprah or something, yeah." He's actually not kidding; his parents are both really successful actors and Iggy's their only son, not to mention the fact that he has the smallest ego of any child of movie stars I know and I know a lot. Like Lissa, for example. Lissa's mom is a small time stunt double and her dad is an actor and she flaunts it every chance she gets, especially in front of Nudge. Nudge's dad is one of the biggest names in Hollywood, but her mom is an alcoholic and nicotine addict. They're divorced, but there was a big announcement in the news when it happened and Lissa won't let Nudge live it down.
"Oh, by the way, Max," said J.J., "my mom was wondering if you could ask your parents if they're free this Saturday; she and my dad are coming home this weekend and they want to take them out for dinner." J.J.'s dad is a famous chef and her mom's a fashion designer who typically goes to Paris and Milan and the like.
"Oh, they'd love to," I said. Okay, my dad would love to, my mom would probably be wary of everything she ate; she's doctor and my dad's a coach, as you know already.
"Hey," said Iggy, "I'm pretty sure I've never seen someone like that before around here." He was pointing to someone whose back was facing towards us. He was tall, about my height, and wearing slightly ripped dark clothing that covered up most of him and had hair that was long for a guy and also black. From the parts of his skin I could see, he looked sort of tan. Iggy was right; there hadn't been a person here like this before. No typical Alpine student would have ever dared to have shown up dresses as shabby as THAT! "Who do you think he is?"
"I don't know," I said, just as J.J. stifled a scream. "What, Jenny?"
"We HAVE to get to class NOW!" she said, pointing at one of the clocks in the hallway. "The bell's about to ring!" She then proceeded to drag us to our first class. I looked back, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy's face, but he had already disappeared.
Guess who?