February afternoon I sat impatiently at my desk, watching Mr. Davenport write our English assignment on the blackboard. I wasnât paying much attention to what he was saying, because it was almost time to dismiss school for the day and I was rehearsing what I would say when I went up to his desk after class. I was returning one of the art books he had loaned to me, and I wanted to say something intelligent about the French Impressionists.
Instead of writing down the assignment, I was drawing a sketch of him in my notebook. My notebook was almost full of sketches of him and endless pages with his name written over and over in different styles of handwriting. I had never let anyone else see it. They could tease me about Billy Wild, but not about this.
The 3:30 bell finally rang, and I sat there, tightly clutching Mr. Davenportâs book and waiting for everyone else to clear out so I could have a private talk with him. It was just my luck that everyone was hanging around in the classroom. Our big seventh-grade Valentineâs Dance was the next week, and everybody was gossiping about it and buying tickets from the kids who were assigned to sell them.
Just as Carla Mae and Tanya came over to talk to me, I saw Mr. Davenport get up from his desk and head for the door.
âMr. Davenport,â I called, getting quickly out of my seat.
âBe right back, Addie,â he said, and went out the door.
âMr. Davenport, Mr. Davenport, sweetie,â said Tanya in her ickiest voice, mocking me.
âOh shut up, Smithers,â I said.
âDonât tell me youâre borrowing his books again!â said Carla Mae, grabbing at the art book. âYou should get a library card from him!â
Sometimes I wondered why she was my best friend.
âDonât maul that book!â I said, grabbing it back from her. âThis is a very rare volume, and practically irreplaceable!â
âWell, la-de-da!â said Tanya. âWhy donât you hire a bodyguard?â
âI wouldnât expect you to understand,â I said. âYou donât know anything about art.â
âHa!â Tanya said. âYouâre not half as interested in art as you are in Mr. Davenport.â
âYeah,â said Carla Mae. âSheâs been slaving away for weeks creating the worldâs most gorgeous valentine for him.â
âI have not!â I said hotly. âHow do you know who Iâm going to give it to?â
âWho else?â asked Tanya.
âYour other true love, Billy Wild!â said Carla Mae.
âOh, youâve gotta be kidding!â I said. âYuck! I wouldnât give him the time of day ⦠let alone a valentine.â
âOh, yeah?â said Carla Mae. âI bet you go to the Valentineâs Dance with him.â
âYeah, you always go everywhere with him,â said Tanya.
âWell who else is there in this dumb class?â I said, sounding disgusted. âI canât help it if he always asks me to everything.â
âOh come on,â said Carla Mae. âAfter Mr. Davenport, Billy Wild is your second favorite.â
âThatâs what you think!â I said. âI just may not go with him this time.â
âWell, who else will you go with?â asked Tanya. âI hope youâre not waiting for Mr. Davenport to ask you for a date!â
âYeah,â laughed Carla Mae. âYou could wait forever! Heâs a bit old for you.â
âIâm not waiting for anybody to ask me for a date!â I said. âAnd for your information, Mr. Davenport is only eleven years older than us. Thatâs not so much.⦠When we graduate from high school weâll be eighteen, and heâll only be twenty-nine.â
âTwenty-nine!â said Carla Mae. âYuck! Thatâs so old! I wouldnât want to go out with somebody whoâs an ancient twenty-nine!â I knew my father had been ten years
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