hands and snuggled and kissed at his locker. She had a sad little
frown on her face. I couldn’t take it. I looked away and let myself be
distracted by this girl, Rita, that was all about
tongue-hockey, and didn’t seem to realize we weren’t supposed to play it at
school.
Hailey didn’t seem to mind
that—me with Rita. In fact, she seemed relieved. Though she rolled her
eyes and said, “Get a room.”
Then she trotted over to one of her
friends that had a logo on her shirt that said, ‘Don’t mess with me.’ Then under that, in small print, it said, ‘ … Unless you’re cute.’
That wasn’t a shirt for Hailey.
Hailey’s would say, ‘… Unless you hate Ally Grange and other nice people … or you’re the devil.’
I only kissed Rita a little after
Hailey left. I mean, the kiss was heated. Rita was
definitely into it. But I wasn’t. Unfortunately. I was just using the kiss as a
distraction and it wasn’t really working. My eyes kept wondering over to Ally
and her sad little frown.
My mood sucked when she frowned.
I still wanted to smack-up Poser. Now more than ever.
CHAPTER 25
Friday afternoon I had my head on
my desk waiting for class to start. I was kind of not happy since the doctor
had changed my mom’s medication, and it wasn’t for the better. Last night I’d
been up with her half the night showing her no one was knocking at our door. I
mean, I’d just get to sleep, and then I’d have to do it again … open the front
door for her so she could see no one was there. (She has a thing about our
front door. It’s trippy.)
“Hey dude, here,” Mason said, waking me out of my sleepy
head-case. He handed me a baggie with an enchilada in it. (An enchilada ! ! — score !!!)
“Oh, and this came with it.” With a
grin, he handed me a plastic fork.
I blinked at the gift and laughed,
then started digging in.
Oh my gosh !
I was in heaven—and not just because the gift had obviously come from
Heaven, but because hey, I love enchiladas. And I got to say, Heaven’s was the best I ever had. Ever. Okay, it was possible that it was just
because it was from her. But whatever. It was
delicious and made me all kinds of happy.
Mason sat on the desk next to me.
He wasn’t even in my class, he just dropped by to hand me my tasty Heaven-ly
treat. (Yeah, I dug puns.)
“The baggie was taped to your
locker,” he said, like I couldn’t figure that out on my own. (This had been
going on a while now, Ally trying to divert her heartbreak—or whatever
she was doing.)
For a distracted moment, Mason eyed my English teacher, Ms.
Sharp (all guys do), he shook his head like telling his mind: ‘Don’t go there.’ He shook it again, then his gaze flickered back to me and my disappearing
enchilada. He quickly got back on track—why he was here in the first
place, which wasn’t to ogle my teacher (though everyone does). It was to give
me my latest Ally treat—and maybe razz me a little about it, depending on
his mood. And mine.
“Hailey was eyeing it,” he said. “I
think she was going to do it damage.”
Probably not—but I’d have to
hear her complain. Some more. “Thanks, man.”
“Sure,” he hopped off the desk,
“I’ve got your back.”
He started to leave, but then
turned back to me and tilted his head. “You know, they’re broken up.”
Those were his words, but what he
was really saying was: ‘Why don’t you go
for it?’
Meaning, Ally.
Me, go for Ally. The
Church Girl.
Me, The Devil, go for The Church
Girl.
I glanced up at him, deadpan.
“Really? They broke up?”
He groaned, like I wasn’t
hilarious. “Look, she obviously has some hot twisted thing for you—and
you have one for her. You must. You saved Poser for her.” He did a shudder,
like it had been as revolting for him to witness as it had been for me to do.
Which couldn’t possibly be even remotely ( remotely !! )
true. I mean, I still had nightmares about it, woke up shrieking. (Well,
frown on her face. I couldn’t take it. I looked away and let myself be
distracted by this girl, Rita, that was all about
tongue-hockey, and didn’t seem to realize we weren’t supposed to play it at
school.
Hailey didn’t seem to mind
that—me with Rita. In fact, she seemed relieved. Though she rolled her
eyes and said, “Get a room.”
Then she trotted over to one of her
friends that had a logo on her shirt that said, ‘Don’t mess with me.’ Then under that, in small print, it said, ‘ … Unless you’re cute.’
That wasn’t a shirt for Hailey.
Hailey’s would say, ‘… Unless you hate Ally Grange and other nice people … or you’re the devil.’
I only kissed Rita a little after
Hailey left. I mean, the kiss was heated. Rita was
definitely into it. But I wasn’t. Unfortunately. I was just using the kiss as a
distraction and it wasn’t really working. My eyes kept wondering over to Ally
and her sad little frown.
My mood sucked when she frowned.
I still wanted to smack-up Poser. Now more than ever.
CHAPTER 25
Friday afternoon I had my head on
my desk waiting for class to start. I was kind of not happy since the doctor
had changed my mom’s medication, and it wasn’t for the better. Last night I’d
been up with her half the night showing her no one was knocking at our door. I
mean, I’d just get to sleep, and then I’d have to do it again … open the front
door for her so she could see no one was there. (She has a thing about our
front door. It’s trippy.)
“Hey dude, here,” Mason said, waking me out of my sleepy
head-case. He handed me a baggie with an enchilada in it. (An enchilada ! ! — score !!!)
“Oh, and this came with it.” With a
grin, he handed me a plastic fork.
I blinked at the gift and laughed,
then started digging in.
Oh my gosh !
I was in heaven—and not just because the gift had obviously come from
Heaven, but because hey, I love enchiladas. And I got to say, Heaven’s was the best I ever had. Ever. Okay, it was possible that it was just
because it was from her. But whatever. It was
delicious and made me all kinds of happy.
Mason sat on the desk next to me.
He wasn’t even in my class, he just dropped by to hand me my tasty Heaven-ly
treat. (Yeah, I dug puns.)
“The baggie was taped to your
locker,” he said, like I couldn’t figure that out on my own. (This had been
going on a while now, Ally trying to divert her heartbreak—or whatever
she was doing.)
For a distracted moment, Mason eyed my English teacher, Ms.
Sharp (all guys do), he shook his head like telling his mind: ‘Don’t go there.’ He shook it again, then his gaze flickered back to me and my disappearing
enchilada. He quickly got back on track—why he was here in the first
place, which wasn’t to ogle my teacher (though everyone does). It was to give
me my latest Ally treat—and maybe razz me a little about it, depending on
his mood. And mine.
“Hailey was eyeing it,” he said. “I
think she was going to do it damage.”
Probably not—but I’d have to
hear her complain. Some more. “Thanks, man.”
“Sure,” he hopped off the desk,
“I’ve got your back.”
He started to leave, but then
turned back to me and tilted his head. “You know, they’re broken up.”
Those were his words, but what he
was really saying was: ‘Why don’t you go
for it?’
Meaning, Ally.
Me, go for Ally. The
Church Girl.
Me, The Devil, go for The Church
Girl.
I glanced up at him, deadpan.
“Really? They broke up?”
He groaned, like I wasn’t
hilarious. “Look, she obviously has some hot twisted thing for you—and
you have one for her. You must. You saved Poser for her.” He did a shudder,
like it had been as revolting for him to witness as it had been for me to do.
Which couldn’t possibly be even remotely ( remotely !! )
true. I mean, I still had nightmares about it, woke up shrieking. (Well,
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