type.”
I sighed. Why did everyone keep
saying that?
CHAPTER 23
Turned out Kendra’s words were
right. At least sort of. I mean, no, she definitely
wasn’t right about Ally not being my type. But obviously I wasn’t Ally’s. She went back to running away from
me—though she did start leaving me “anonymous” baked treats taped to my
locker on a fairly regular basis. At first I thought it was to thank me for
fixing her car … but the treats kept coming. And coming.
One time there was a fried chicken
leg taped to my locker (not even kidding). It was in a baggie and right next to
it was a peanut-butter brownie (in a baggie also).
From a distance, I’d noticed
it—that there was something taped to my locker. My pulse sped up, since I
knew it was an Ally treat. At the time, I had a problem though. There was this
girl with me, Shondra. She was letting me borrow her notes, so I couldn’t
exactly send her away when I saw my locker had been Ally gifted.
I tried to think fast, but my eyes
kept darting to my locker, all happy.
“Hey, maybe we can meet up after
next class,” I said to Shondra, stopping in my tracks so we didn’t get any closer
to my source of happiness. I wanted to get the gift alone.
But it was too late. Shondra had
followed my involuntary gaze.
“There’s something taped to your
locker, Griffin,” she said. Then she skipped over to it before I could stop
her.
I blew out a breath and trailed
after her.
“Oh, yum!” She smiled huge. “You
must have a fan that has advanced cooking class third period. I have Spanish
next-door to that classroom. I smelled those peanut-butter brownies baking all through class.” She grinned and her
eyes lit up playful-like, “And I know you don’t like peanut-butter.”
She said it teasingly, since I’d
just announced that to my whole class—like five minutes ago.
I mentally did a face-palm.
Our teacher had gone around the
room having each of us stand and say something we were afraid of. (It was for
some sort of writing exercise … I think.) When it was my turn I’d said,
“peanut-butter.” The stuff gives me the shudders. It’s because that’s all my mom used to feed me—every day. Peanut-butter sandwiches, sometimes with no jelly. Every.
Single. Day. For years.
Shondra’s eyes glittered. She was
used to getting what she wanted. Especially from boys. She snuggled close to me. “So … can I have your brownie?”
I winced. I knew she was going to
ask that.
I felt sort of trapped. I mean,
she’d let me stick my tongue down her throat the other night at party, and now
she was letting me borrow her notes, and actually she was going to write my
paper for me, and I needed it written—like now. My grades—they
weren’t so good.
But I couldn’t give her Ally’s brownie.
That seemed disrespectful—giving it to a girl, even if I couldn’t eat it
myself. It seemed like Shondra could get that on her own, right? But apparently not.
Mason came walking by right at that
moment. His eyes lit up. “Oh, dude!”
I knew he was talking about the fried
chicken. But I lied to Shondra, handing Mason the brownie anyway. “Sorry,” I
told her all apologetic-like. “I promised it to Mason .”
Mason took it with a laugh, getting
that I couldn’t give Ally’s treat to a girl. So he took it as a win and moved
on to his next class.
“Here, you can have this instead.”
I gave Shondra a red pencil that said, ‘You’re hot!’
Some girl had given it to me in my
last class. But the girl was always putting down this awkward girl that sat in
front of us. So, I didn’t really like Pencil-Girl too much and I had no trouble
giving up her gift.
Shondra was pleased with it too,
purring, “Aww, I think you’re hot too!”
I smiled as I downed my fried
chicken.
It bit that Ally wouldn’t give me a
chance, but man I loved her attention—even if it wasn’t the kind I craved
from her. Still, it was something. And the something was
I sighed. Why did everyone keep
saying that?
CHAPTER 23
Turned out Kendra’s words were
right. At least sort of. I mean, no, she definitely
wasn’t right about Ally not being my type. But obviously I wasn’t Ally’s. She went back to running away from
me—though she did start leaving me “anonymous” baked treats taped to my
locker on a fairly regular basis. At first I thought it was to thank me for
fixing her car … but the treats kept coming. And coming.
One time there was a fried chicken
leg taped to my locker (not even kidding). It was in a baggie and right next to
it was a peanut-butter brownie (in a baggie also).
From a distance, I’d noticed
it—that there was something taped to my locker. My pulse sped up, since I
knew it was an Ally treat. At the time, I had a problem though. There was this
girl with me, Shondra. She was letting me borrow her notes, so I couldn’t
exactly send her away when I saw my locker had been Ally gifted.
I tried to think fast, but my eyes
kept darting to my locker, all happy.
“Hey, maybe we can meet up after
next class,” I said to Shondra, stopping in my tracks so we didn’t get any closer
to my source of happiness. I wanted to get the gift alone.
But it was too late. Shondra had
followed my involuntary gaze.
“There’s something taped to your
locker, Griffin,” she said. Then she skipped over to it before I could stop
her.
I blew out a breath and trailed
after her.
“Oh, yum!” She smiled huge. “You
must have a fan that has advanced cooking class third period. I have Spanish
next-door to that classroom. I smelled those peanut-butter brownies baking all through class.” She grinned and her
eyes lit up playful-like, “And I know you don’t like peanut-butter.”
She said it teasingly, since I’d
just announced that to my whole class—like five minutes ago.
I mentally did a face-palm.
Our teacher had gone around the
room having each of us stand and say something we were afraid of. (It was for
some sort of writing exercise … I think.) When it was my turn I’d said,
“peanut-butter.” The stuff gives me the shudders. It’s because that’s all my mom used to feed me—every day. Peanut-butter sandwiches, sometimes with no jelly. Every.
Single. Day. For years.
Shondra’s eyes glittered. She was
used to getting what she wanted. Especially from boys. She snuggled close to me. “So … can I have your brownie?”
I winced. I knew she was going to
ask that.
I felt sort of trapped. I mean,
she’d let me stick my tongue down her throat the other night at party, and now
she was letting me borrow her notes, and actually she was going to write my
paper for me, and I needed it written—like now. My grades—they
weren’t so good.
But I couldn’t give her Ally’s brownie.
That seemed disrespectful—giving it to a girl, even if I couldn’t eat it
myself. It seemed like Shondra could get that on her own, right? But apparently not.
Mason came walking by right at that
moment. His eyes lit up. “Oh, dude!”
I knew he was talking about the fried
chicken. But I lied to Shondra, handing Mason the brownie anyway. “Sorry,” I
told her all apologetic-like. “I promised it to Mason .”
Mason took it with a laugh, getting
that I couldn’t give Ally’s treat to a girl. So he took it as a win and moved
on to his next class.
“Here, you can have this instead.”
I gave Shondra a red pencil that said, ‘You’re hot!’
Some girl had given it to me in my
last class. But the girl was always putting down this awkward girl that sat in
front of us. So, I didn’t really like Pencil-Girl too much and I had no trouble
giving up her gift.
Shondra was pleased with it too,
purring, “Aww, I think you’re hot too!”
I smiled as I downed my fried
chicken.
It bit that Ally wouldn’t give me a
chance, but man I loved her attention—even if it wasn’t the kind I craved
from her. Still, it was something. And the something was
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