Foxworth Academy by Chris Blewitt Page B

Krista. 
    Sry I interrupted.  Want 2 get ice-cream?
    Confusion swept over him once again.  He’d known her for years and she was a great friend, but a girlfriend was something he was unsure about.  She was decent looking, outgoing and funny.  But then there was Ally who had all of the same traits as Krista but was way better looking.  At least in his eyes.  But did he even have a shot with Ally?
    He picked up his phone and replied.
    Sure.  Will meet u @ 7
    Brett looked at his cell phone for the time.  He had twenty minutes to change and get over to Lucy Lu’s Ice Cream store just a few blocks away.  Brett went upstairs to his room, took off the sweat suit he was wearing, threw on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved Sixers t-shirt, donned a baseball hat and ran down the stairs.  He grabbed his phone, money clip, and keys and shouted “Getting ice-cream with the guys!” as he left through the front door.
    Lucy Lu’s was on a corner and just about the only commercial business within a mile of his house.  The top floor looked like an apartment and the main floor was the ice-cream shop.  Krista showed up within seconds of his arrival and she looked amazing.  She was dressed in tight jeans and a pink Philadelphia Eagles t-shirt.  She wore pink flip flops, and Brett noticed a toe ring on her left foot.
    “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey,” he replied.
    “You order?”
    “No.”
    Krista walked to the counter and asked for a cup of chocolate peanut butter.  Brett followed her, ordering a chocolate chip on a cake cone.  They paid, got their ice cream, and found a seat at one of the outdoor tables.
    “So, how ya feelin’?” she asked.
    Brett, confused, said, “Fine, why?”
    “Dude,” she replied, “You had a concussion.”
    Brett lowered his head and let out a sigh.  “Yes, I’m fine.  How’d you know anyway?”
    “Well, my new friend Cori is friends with Jenny Murray whose brother Alex is on your team, right?  Well, anyway, she told me.”
    “Gotcha.”
    Krista stared at Brett.  He looked back at her. 
    “Yeah, so, are you and that girl Ally seeing each other?” Krista asked.  “Cause’, I mean you did ask me out and all.”
    Her bold statement caught Brett by surprise, and he stumbled in his quick reply.  “No, no, no.  What do you mean?  We’re in history together.  That’s all.”
    She looked him in the eye and took his hand in hers.  “Brett, what you do in history class is fine.” 
    He licked his ice cream as he thought of what to say.  “Krista, I’d like to try this dating thing.  I just don’t want it to ruin our friendship.”
    “It won’t,” she replied.
    “It might.”
    “It won’t,” she pleaded.  “I think we can be great together.”
    He looked her in the eyes and said, “Then let’s try it.”  He leaned it to kiss her and she backed away.
    “Dude, PDA!” she said, laughing.
    He looked around and saw a family of four sitting on a nearby bench.  “Sorry,” he said to her, clearly embarrassed.
    “Let’s go to the fair on Friday night,” she said.  “Just us.”
    “Okay,” he replied.
    This is it , Brett thought.  They were now dating whether he wanted to or not. 
    CHAPTER FIFTEEN
    B rett and Ally awoke in the bunk beds on the Titanic once again.  Brett sat up slowly, remembering the low ceiling.  He cautiously rolled over and jumped down to the wooden floor below.  Ally followed, fixing her hair in the small mirror on the wall.
    “I hate this hat,” she said.  “It makes me look all old or something.”
    Brett stared at her hat and said clearly for the camera, and more importantly for Mr. Martin, “I like my hat very much.”
    “Brown-noser,” she said.
    “Just speaking the truth,” Brett replied.
    “Yeah, right.  Now, what are we going to do?”
    “Let’s tour this ship.”
    “We did that already,” she pleaded.
    “Not under the ship.”
    “Under?”
    “Yeah, the engine room, the boiler.  Whatever is down there, I