directly back at me. I don’t wave to him, though, and he doesn’t wave to me. I glue my eyes to his, but then he looks away. I feel a strange rush of disappointment. Why? He always looks down at the ground when I look at him. It’s not like it’s anything new. I sigh, then continue to follow Chasity up to the last row. Right as we sit down in the middle of our friends, the rally starts.
“DANA HOW DO YOU FEEL?” The lame class president yells into the microphone. The microphone is there for a reason. It projects your voice. You don’t have to scream in it. The whole school stands up and completes the chant.
“WE FEEL GOOD, OH WE FEEL SO GOOD, UH!” With the uh, we push our hips forward and our arms back, yes, a sex sign. ‘Cause, you know, the “feel good” thing is also a sex term. Wow, if you still don’t get it this is really awkward. I shouldn’t be having to explain this to anyone.
“SENIORS, HOW DO YOU FEEL?” And for the first time ever, Chasity and I stand up with our senior class and complete the chant. And hell, it feels good. I look down about nine rows and catch his eye. He’s staring at me, but I look away fast. I begin to chat with my friends about how great senior year is going to be, though in the back of my mind it’s going to suck because every single fucking time I look into Kade’s eyes, I want to cry. Cynthia should be here watching Kade and I succeed, just like she has wanted us to do from the beginning.
When the pep rally ends, I take one more look at Kade then walk toward my last class of the day.
Chapter 17 : Watch Her Heal -->
So I’m sitting here at the pep rally with my buddies. My first day has sucked ass so far. No hot chicks in my class, no hot teachers, just a shit-ton of work. Plus, I hate pep rallies. Our cheerleaders suck even worse than last year and the band geeks can’t even keep a beat.
“Dude, football season is gonna be sick,” says my best friend, Danny.
“Hell yeah. We’re gonna kick ass,” I say back. He just nods his head then slaps my back. Just then, Becca walks down the hill and is at the bottom of the stands. She’s in her “I’m perfect” mode, so I don’t feel like saying hello to her. The worst part about this whole fucking situation is that I have to get to know different Beccas. One when she’s at school, the second when she’s with her parents, and the third when she’s with me. Can she ever just be real? Like what she’s wearing right now. It’s the total opposite of who she really is. She’s in a short brown dress, and brown cowgirl boots. When I see her, she’s in track shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes. But there she is, with her perfect image on, walking up the stands to the last row where her and her friends sit, in her perfect little life. She finally catches me staring at her. Shit. I look away as fast as I can, though I don’t feel her look away from me. I still feel her eyes on me.
I look up at her once more five minutes later and she’s still looking at me. Our eyes lock for about ten seconds, then she looks away. Gosh those brown eyes – they screw with my head. Actually, all of her screws with my head. Ever since that day outside in the backyard after our little food fight. Gosh, she’s so sexy.
When the pep rally is over, I thank God, literally. Then I realize I only have one more period until..oh my gosh...I have to go home. Home? Home. Becca’s house is now also my home.
I text Becca; her mom put her number in my phone in case of emergencies.
Where r we meeting?
“DANA HOW DO YOU FEEL?” The lame class president yells into the microphone. The microphone is there for a reason. It projects your voice. You don’t have to scream in it. The whole school stands up and completes the chant.
“WE FEEL GOOD, OH WE FEEL SO GOOD, UH!” With the uh, we push our hips forward and our arms back, yes, a sex sign. ‘Cause, you know, the “feel good” thing is also a sex term. Wow, if you still don’t get it this is really awkward. I shouldn’t be having to explain this to anyone.
“SENIORS, HOW DO YOU FEEL?” And for the first time ever, Chasity and I stand up with our senior class and complete the chant. And hell, it feels good. I look down about nine rows and catch his eye. He’s staring at me, but I look away fast. I begin to chat with my friends about how great senior year is going to be, though in the back of my mind it’s going to suck because every single fucking time I look into Kade’s eyes, I want to cry. Cynthia should be here watching Kade and I succeed, just like she has wanted us to do from the beginning.
When the pep rally ends, I take one more look at Kade then walk toward my last class of the day.
Chapter 17 : Watch Her Heal -->
So I’m sitting here at the pep rally with my buddies. My first day has sucked ass so far. No hot chicks in my class, no hot teachers, just a shit-ton of work. Plus, I hate pep rallies. Our cheerleaders suck even worse than last year and the band geeks can’t even keep a beat.
“Dude, football season is gonna be sick,” says my best friend, Danny.
“Hell yeah. We’re gonna kick ass,” I say back. He just nods his head then slaps my back. Just then, Becca walks down the hill and is at the bottom of the stands. She’s in her “I’m perfect” mode, so I don’t feel like saying hello to her. The worst part about this whole fucking situation is that I have to get to know different Beccas. One when she’s at school, the second when she’s with her parents, and the third when she’s with me. Can she ever just be real? Like what she’s wearing right now. It’s the total opposite of who she really is. She’s in a short brown dress, and brown cowgirl boots. When I see her, she’s in track shorts, a t-shirt, and running shoes. But there she is, with her perfect image on, walking up the stands to the last row where her and her friends sit, in her perfect little life. She finally catches me staring at her. Shit. I look away as fast as I can, though I don’t feel her look away from me. I still feel her eyes on me.
I look up at her once more five minutes later and she’s still looking at me. Our eyes lock for about ten seconds, then she looks away. Gosh those brown eyes – they screw with my head. Actually, all of her screws with my head. Ever since that day outside in the backyard after our little food fight. Gosh, she’s so sexy.
When the pep rally is over, I thank God, literally. Then I realize I only have one more period until..oh my gosh...I have to go home. Home? Home. Becca’s house is now also my home.
I text Becca; her mom put her number in my phone in case of emergencies.
Where r we meeting?
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