WYATT
(Eighth Grade)
Wimped out. Again. But at least
this time he'd actually forced himself to talk to her, and she seemed happy to
talk to him, too. She might have only been being polite, but most girls in
school would have run away or told him to get lost, so that was something. If
only Alex hadn't shown up he could have found out for sure. He didn't actually
want to go to the Winter Formal — Friday nights were better spent gaming,
watching TV or DVDs, and reading comics — but it was a great chance to spend
time with Mandy. Or see if she had any interest rekindling their friendship. Oh
well, it was probably for the best; no way would someone as pretty and cool as
her want to hang out with a geeky nerd like him. Everyone in school would say
the same.
He stepped around the corner of
the classroom and stopped. If he was both careful and quiet, he could hear what
Alex had to say. He shouldn't eavesdrop, but what if Alex only had a school
question? He might still have a shot.
"No, no one's asked me
yet," Mandy said. It could only be in regards to the dance.
"If I asked you, would you
say yes?"
"I don't know. Are you
asking?" Wyatt heard the flirty tone in her voice, and he placed his
forehead against the cool bricks of the classroom wall. It would have been
better to dash it against the coarse, hard surface, but a heartache was enough.
He didn't need a headache on top of it.
"I need to be direct, huh?
Okay. Mandy Blake, will you go to the Eighth Grade Winter Formal with me?"
"Yes!"
"Awesome."
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