November 10, 2012: J
"Fang?" my mother called through the door as I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes and leaning against the pillows. "Are you okay? It's not even nine yet. Why are you already in bed?"
I ignored her, remembering the slight smell of chocolate chip cookies that had wafted into my nose as I tackled Max. I had to admit it now. I liked her. I liked Max.
But she was so confusing.
First, she ignored me, then, she hated me, and then she was tackling me and being flustered and her friends were texting her about me.
Although, I should've guessed that, considering Nudge and Angel – Mocha and Gaz-Girl's real names, courtesy of Gazzy – and the way they always seemed to watch me whenever I was around.
It was rather creepy.
Shaking my head at myself, I tried to focus.
So you like her, I thought. But what are you going to do about it?
And for that, I had no answer.
YOU'RE GOING TO ASK HER OUT
AND SHE'LL SAY YES
AND YOU'LL FALL IN LOVE
AND AND AND AND
.-. Imma just be quiet.
~Anna Ride