conversation. “Everything’s coming together realy wel. If Patterson can keep changes down to a minimum this week then I expect we’l have a good show.”
“He does make a lot of changes. You’d think he would satisfied by now.” Kim agrees.
“I’ve been hearing a lot of good buzz about your singing voice, Kim.” Mandy looks immensely relieved to have help in filing the silence.
“She’s amazing. You are in for a treat.” It is too true for me not to say it. No matter how irritated I’ve been with her lately.
Paul looks up from where he’s been playing with his phone again. “Yeah, I knew her voice would make getting cast in the play a sure thing. That was lucky, wasn’t it babe?” He looks at Kim and she nods.
“I don’t know if luck is the right word. Kim is working realy hard and she’s got a lot of talent.”
“Of, course. I am sure it takes a lot of time, but it wil al be worth it when you’re at Brown with me next year.”
“It does take a lot of time, but it’s kind of fun. I’m enjoying myself.” A tiny spark of defiance shines through Kim’s usual mask and I want to cheer for her.
“Whatever you say, babe.”
I am pretty sure Kim would not be impressed if I punched her boyfriend, but it might be worth it. I am stil weighing the pros and cons of blackening one or both of Paul’s eyes when Jason walks up.
“Nobody over here dancing tonight?” He doesn’t wait to be invited and just spins one of the empty chairs around to straddle the seat with his arms resting on the back of the chair. He is addressing al of us, but staring directly at Mandy. Mandy leans into my shoulder and her hand settles on my forearm.
“Wel, we’re here we might as wel.” Paul stands up puling Kim with him and they head off onto the dance floor.
Neither of them look to be having very much fun. Oddly, Paul doesn’t even seem to know he isn’t having fun. It is insanely easy to imagine Kim is dancing with a piece of toast. I have to wonder what Kim could possibly be getting out of that relationship. Surely dependable and steady aren’t worth boring and pompous.
“Want to give me a spin?” Jason is asking Mandy to dance. I hope she says yes. Then I can sit here and sulk while I stalker-stare at Kim Penney dancing with a piece of toast.
“Oh. I think I’d rather dance with my date. Marshal?” I have just enough brain cels stil firing to lead Mandy onto the dance floor.
It is a slow song—not one I recognize. I spin Mandy around a little so I can bring Kim back into my line of sight. She is obviously bored. They aren’t talking or even looking at each other. The only time you shouldn’t be looking at your dance partner is when you are snuggling closer to him like Kim did with me on Steve’s balcony…. Oh. Or when you are a jerk stalker that is on a date with another girl… I am such a jackass. I turn my attention back to Mandy.
“I’m sorry if you aren’t having fun, Mandy.” I am trying to apologize to her.
“Kiss me.” She demands.
Whoa! Clearly we realy are on two very different dates. No sooner does that thought form in my mind and she is gripping the sides of my face and shoving her lips onto mine. It isn’t even a kiss. It is… I don’t know, but I wouldn’t classify it as a kiss. I am too stunned to pul back until she releases her hold on me. When I straighten up (Mandy isn’t as wel fitted to dancing with me as Kim) I can see Jason standing in the middle of the dance floor with some girl I don’t know— not dancing and staring slack-jawed at us.
For someone hoping to make valedictorian I can be extremely dumb. I let out a groan and drop my forehead to Mandy’s. “You have the hots for Jason.” It is a statement not a question but she answers anyways.
“Clearly.” She doesn’t bother to deny it and I laugh at her a little.
“Jason thinks you have it bad for me—you don’t like me at al?”
“I like you! Just you know—we’re pals. Jason’s an
“He does make a lot of changes. You’d think he would satisfied by now.” Kim agrees.
“I’ve been hearing a lot of good buzz about your singing voice, Kim.” Mandy looks immensely relieved to have help in filing the silence.
“She’s amazing. You are in for a treat.” It is too true for me not to say it. No matter how irritated I’ve been with her lately.
Paul looks up from where he’s been playing with his phone again. “Yeah, I knew her voice would make getting cast in the play a sure thing. That was lucky, wasn’t it babe?” He looks at Kim and she nods.
“I don’t know if luck is the right word. Kim is working realy hard and she’s got a lot of talent.”
“Of, course. I am sure it takes a lot of time, but it wil al be worth it when you’re at Brown with me next year.”
“It does take a lot of time, but it’s kind of fun. I’m enjoying myself.” A tiny spark of defiance shines through Kim’s usual mask and I want to cheer for her.
“Whatever you say, babe.”
I am pretty sure Kim would not be impressed if I punched her boyfriend, but it might be worth it. I am stil weighing the pros and cons of blackening one or both of Paul’s eyes when Jason walks up.
“Nobody over here dancing tonight?” He doesn’t wait to be invited and just spins one of the empty chairs around to straddle the seat with his arms resting on the back of the chair. He is addressing al of us, but staring directly at Mandy. Mandy leans into my shoulder and her hand settles on my forearm.
“Wel, we’re here we might as wel.” Paul stands up puling Kim with him and they head off onto the dance floor.
Neither of them look to be having very much fun. Oddly, Paul doesn’t even seem to know he isn’t having fun. It is insanely easy to imagine Kim is dancing with a piece of toast. I have to wonder what Kim could possibly be getting out of that relationship. Surely dependable and steady aren’t worth boring and pompous.
“Want to give me a spin?” Jason is asking Mandy to dance. I hope she says yes. Then I can sit here and sulk while I stalker-stare at Kim Penney dancing with a piece of toast.
“Oh. I think I’d rather dance with my date. Marshal?” I have just enough brain cels stil firing to lead Mandy onto the dance floor.
It is a slow song—not one I recognize. I spin Mandy around a little so I can bring Kim back into my line of sight. She is obviously bored. They aren’t talking or even looking at each other. The only time you shouldn’t be looking at your dance partner is when you are snuggling closer to him like Kim did with me on Steve’s balcony…. Oh. Or when you are a jerk stalker that is on a date with another girl… I am such a jackass. I turn my attention back to Mandy.
“I’m sorry if you aren’t having fun, Mandy.” I am trying to apologize to her.
“Kiss me.” She demands.
Whoa! Clearly we realy are on two very different dates. No sooner does that thought form in my mind and she is gripping the sides of my face and shoving her lips onto mine. It isn’t even a kiss. It is… I don’t know, but I wouldn’t classify it as a kiss. I am too stunned to pul back until she releases her hold on me. When I straighten up (Mandy isn’t as wel fitted to dancing with me as Kim) I can see Jason standing in the middle of the dance floor with some girl I don’t know— not dancing and staring slack-jawed at us.
For someone hoping to make valedictorian I can be extremely dumb. I let out a groan and drop my forehead to Mandy’s. “You have the hots for Jason.” It is a statement not a question but she answers anyways.
“Clearly.” She doesn’t bother to deny it and I laugh at her a little.
“Jason thinks you have it bad for me—you don’t like me at al?”
“I like you! Just you know—we’re pals. Jason’s an
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