Chapter 8

POV: Jeanette

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My eyes opened. It was time to get up. I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom in order to change into my day clothes.

"Jean?" I heard Brittany's voice behind me, "Are you still mad at me?"

"No, it wasn't your fault. I didn't tell you what movie I was going to." I didn't blame her, Alvin was definitely the one who crashed the date, but I wasn't rude enough to say so out loud.

"Either way, I'm sorry about wrecking it for you. Alvin wasn't prepared to leave you and Simon, but I should have just walked off." I agreed with her assessment, but simply shrugged.

"Sorry," I said, "I have to get ready for school, Brit." I washed and changed, and did my hair up in its usual bun, and exited the premises. I wanted to talk to Simon, and maybe arrange another date.

I walked briskly to school, looking for Simon on the way. Soon, I saw the school gates before me, and entered the school grounds. My first class was chemistry, in the lab on the other side of the school, so I set off.

Chemistry dragged on for an hour. I usually enjoyed the chemistry labs, but all I could think about was Simon. He had actually asked me out, and I didn't want him to change his mind after the disaster. Talking to him was my top priority.

In maths, Simon was seated on the other side of the classroom, and all i could do was glance over at him occasionally. It was starting to become unbearable.

After what seemed like an epoch, the recess bell rang, and the class rushed out of the room. I walked over to Simon as quickly as my feet would suffer me. I reached out, and grabbed his arm. He turned to me.

"Jeanette," He began, "I want to apologize again about Alvin. It was very immature of him. I think that, deep down, Alvin's sorry too."

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault-" Simon cut me off.

"It was my fault, Jean. I should never have told Alvin about our date." Simon looked extremely frustrated. "I should have told him after I'd gotten home. If I hadn't told him about the date, he wouldn't have asked Brittany out to the same movie." We walked to a table to eat our snacks.

"But Simon, you can't blame yourself for Alvin's juvenility. 'We cannot hope modify that which has happened, only that which is yet to occur.' Remember?" Simon smiled at me.

"I told you that, three years ago." He remembered the time when, in a fit of rage, I had told Brittany to mind her own business (in a few more unholy syllables).

"And it's still just as meaningful now, as it was back then." He submitted, and I waited expectantly, hoping that he would ask me out on another date. I just wanted to spend some time with him, maybe at a romantic dinner, with bouquets of roses on the table, and- My thoughts were interrupted by a loud ringing. The bell represented the end of recess.

"Well, any-which-way, I have physics now." Simon stood up, and I followed suit. "I'll see you later."

"Bye." I tried not to look disappointed. After all, there was still the lunch break to go. He might ask me out then. I rushed to my civics class.

I couldn't stop my mind from drifting away from the constitution, and to Simon. It didn't help that the teacher was known for curing insomnia.

"Jeanette Miller!" The teacher snapped me back to reality, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your daydream." The rest of the class started laughing. I just blushed and tried my best to be small.

I got through the class, and the snickers of some of the other, more popular students, with bravery. If the world was governed by bullied children, I would have surely been presented a medal.

I took my lunch and sat down at a table to eat. I repeatedly glanced around to find Simon, until I spotted him, bringing over his lunch from the cafeteria. He strode toward me and sat down at my table.

"Hello, again, you perfect gem." My heart jumped out of its cavity, as he sat down. I smiled from ear to ear.

"I've taken your advice, and taken my advice, to move on and look to the future." I cautiously waited. "Would you like to go somewhere with me again?"

"Absolutely!" I was relieved and elated. "Where do you have in mind?"

"Where would you like to go? You can choose this one." I knew exactly where I wanted to go.

"An Italian restaurant, maybe Valentino? It's a bit far, but I heard their food is really good." I had heard about the restaurant from a not-unfriendly peer, who had gone with her family.

"We could get there with a cab, and have dinner there. I doubt even Alvin would go that far to ruin our date." We agreed to meet on Friday, at the intersection of our streets, where we would call a cab, and go to Valentino.

I was definitely excited after school. I told Brittany about the events of the day.

"Wow, Jean, that's really great." She was very happy for me, "I'm glad you worked everything out. You two are perfect for each other." I agreed, but I refrained from commenting.

"I hope it goes well, this time. I can think of a hundred things that can go wrong. What if the cab's late, or The restaurant is closed unexpectedly, or-"

"Everything's gonna be fine, Jean. Nothing will go wrong, you'll have a great time." If there was one thing Brittany could do, she could reassure people.

I slept soundly that night, knowing that in just two days, Simon would be sitting across a table from me, on a romantic date. I dreamed that our date went perfectly, and that Simon stayed with me for the rest of our lives, but, that was just a dream for now.

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