Now I am walking about in the cafeteria, talking to people, freshman, specifically, since that's who'll have to vote for me. Really I'm not talking about campaigning, or what I plan to do in office, like some of my competition is. They have platforms or agendas or something. I have three things going for me.
One, awesome signs. Like the girls went wayyy overboard on signs. And when you don't know the people that are running very well, vote for what you know. School spirit!
Second, I have candy, and not just any candy. I have milk duds, which is like the holy grail for those still in braces. (3/4 of the freshman class) Totally taboo, but you know they will eat them. And the Milk duds label is covered with a leopard pattern and then there are big black and red letters that say, Don't be Cougar Poo, Vote for Keatyn Monroo.... (It's funny that I had to create Keatyn's campaign. Figure out what the posters would look like. The slogans.) Which is really quite hysterical, if you ask me. Cuz Milk duds do kinda look like cougar poo.
And thirdly, if I do have a platform, it's social events, which I would like to see more of. Since I am the only freshman on the social committee, I'm in a unique position to do that if I'm also student officer.
So basically, I'm trying to look cute, hand out candy, and introduce myself to everyone, or ask for their vote. I wore a really cute look today. I thought it looked like respectable, responsible. I look preppy, sweet, my hair is twisted up in a bun, but Dawson just told me I look like a naughty librarian and could he please meet with me in private later about some long overdue fines I need to collect.
Which considering I'm thinking about dragging him into one of the private study rooms for a little quick fun, might not be a bad thing. So even though it wasn't planned for tonight, I'm thinking what the hell.
I walk over to Riley and Dallas, give them candy, sit down and ask, "So what's better like in reference to sexual stuff. Getting completely surprised with it, or being surprised, but knowing a surprise is coming?"
"As long as you end up coming, what difference does it make?" Dallas quips.
"I'm serious."
"Tell us your evil plan, mistress." Riley says, "Hey, has anyone told you you kinda look like a hot librarian today?" (What is it with the Johnson brothers and librarians?) "I'm never putting my hair in a bun again! Soooooo??? I'm running out of time."
"I'd like to know the surprise is coming," Dallas says.
"And I'd like to be completely surprised," Riley says.
Since Dallas and Dawson are more alike personality wise, I'm gonna go that direction.
I walk over to Dawson, lean down behind him, and whisper in his ear, "We do need to talk about your fines. You've been very irresponsible. Meet in the library at 6 to discuss."
After lunch, he is waiting for me outside, looks me up and down and says, "You'd totally get my vote."
"I'm never wearing my hair in a bun again."
"It's sexy, Keatie, you should. So why 6? That's usually when we're eating dinner."
"Exactly, and I'm hoping the library is empty."
"Oh, really," he grins sexily, "why's that?"
"I already told you, you better be ready to pay up your fines, or um, offer me something in return."
"I'm so not going to be able to concentrate in class."
Your lips are my what?
French I sit down in French, turn around and tell Aiden, "I have twenty-one minutes of detention today after school because of you. Which means I will miss twenty-one minutes of dance, and your sister will yell at me."
"It was worth it." His eyes glitter at me.
"Which part?"
"Being late."
"How so? You didn't get in trouble."
"No, but I learned some some french on my own last night." Dazzling smile.
Look away. Just look away from the light. (Another comment about his godly smile.) "Oh really? Let's hear it."
"Vos levres sont mon bonheur."
"I don't know what bonheur means." (Your lips are my bliss. Is that so sweet, or what?) "Oh really, Miss I'm So Fluent in French?"
"I'll figure it out."
He smiles half a smile, "Looking forward to knowing how you feel about it. Oh and hey, I got on the committee this morning."
"Oh, wow, that was fast."
"Well, if it means I get to spend time with you without your boyfriend around, it can't be all bad. I don't suppose you missed the kiss and he died?"
"No such luck."
Thinking back to what he said and translating it, "So your lips are my...what?"
"Not telling."
I raise my hand.
Miss Praline says, "Yes, Keatyn?"
"What does bonhuer mean?"
"Uh, bonhuer not bonjour right?"
"Yep."
"Oh, well I'm not sure on that."
I turn around quick and say to Aiden, "Aiden? Is it a bad word?"
"I doubt I would say a bad word about your lips."
"Oh wait, I'll look on my phone." I get it out of my bag, pull up my french translator app, start to type in the word.
Miss Praline says, "Keatyn, you know the rules, no phones during school."
"I was looking up the french word my french teacher didn't know. This is research."
"Give me your phone," she says, walking up to my desk holding out her hand.
"Merde," I muttered not quite under my breath.
"You just cussed in French, what's wrong with you today? Give me your phone and you have a thirty minute detention."
And this pisses me off.
"Seal," I say.
"What?" Miss Praline asks.
I talk louder, I'm pissed. "I said seal."
"Why?"
"What's the french word for seal, Miss P?"
"Phoque."
The class laughs.
I grin at her. "Exactly what I was thinking."
Her face looks shocked at me, her perfect little french student. "Miss Monroe!! Make that two thirty minute detentions!"
Aiden decides to get into the mix for some reason. He's laughing, saying, "Wait, so the french word for seal is phoque? Like fuck?"
"Aiden! You're in detention too!" (I love how they both get their phones takes away here and how Aiden stands up for her.) He looks all innocent, but I know he's doing this on purpose. I want to kiss him. "Why? I can't have detention for speaking french in french class. That doesn't make sense."
She gives him the squintiest maddest eyes she can make and says, "Thirty minutes, Aiden. Now, does anyone else want in today?"
I seriously don't know what is up all the teacher's butts today. I don't know if they got yelled at this morning, or are hungover, or what, but they are all crabby and piling on the homework all at once. We got assigned a bit group project in History. Riley is my partner and beings he copies my homework every morning, I'm thinking he's not going to be much help. In math we have like fifty problems to do, plus a new book to read for english. I seriously do not have time for all this.
As we're walking out of class, Aiden says, "So I guess we can do tutoring in detention?"
"Guess so."
"See ya, Boots."
Our phones are in jail together.
3:15 pm Sitting in detention next to Aiden. "So did you figure it out yet?" He is dying for me to know what my lips are. (I'm dying for her to know, too! This is definitely on the swoon-worthy list!) "Naw, I can't get my phone back til after detention. It's in phone jail. I'm pissed. I was using it as an educational tool. It's ridiculous. If I get on student council that will be my first issue.
He hands me his phone, "Here, you can use mine."
"You really want me to know what you said, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Your lips are my something, right?"
He says it again in french, and he can't speak french worth a shit, but when he says that it sounds beautiful. (Because he's been practicing!) "Yeah."
I grab his phone, start to type into google.
The detention teacher, who has been completely ignoring us up until this point, chooses this moment to look at me. "No phones during class time or detention. Give me your phone, Miss Monroe."
"Um, first off it's not my phone, and secondly, he was letting me borrow it to look up a french word for class."
"I don't care. Rules are rules. Give it to me."
"No offense, but this is bullshit. Aren't we supposed to be able to do our homework in here, and isn't technology part of our world?"
"You just earned yourself another thirty minutes, Missy."
I sigh. He takes Aiden's phone from my hands.
Aiden grins at me. "You're fiesty today." Then he laughs. "Our phones are in jail together now."
"Yeah well when you get out of here, you can go rescue them. I'll be here til next week."
"Oh, I don't think so. You have to pay twenty dollars to get your phone out of jail. Twenty PER phone. So you're gonna owe me forty bucks. But maybe we can work out a deal where you work it off with dances."
"I owe twenty, yes. But it's your fault your phone got sent to jail. You wanted me to know what it was so bad. Why don't you just tell me?"
"Well you're supposed to try and be a little sneaky when you use it in class, hide it under your desk or something, not just hold it up and show the teacher you're using it."
"Shut up and do some homework. Oh and write down your email for me. I want you to read what I sent to Brad about ideas for the first themed weekend, so you'll be prepared for the meeting in the morning."
"I already had Brad forward me your email. But, you don't have to pretend to want me involved. I know you just wanted me on the committee so you can hang out with me without your boyfriend around."
I roll my eyes, "Oh you're so right. I'm dating a gorgeous senior who is crazy about me, and I'm trying to figure out ways to spend time with you." (LOL) Purpose of the room?
6pm So because Aiden had shorter detention than me, he did go get my phone out of jail. When I went to pick it up, the phone jail already closed, and I was soooo pissed that I wouldn't be able to get it out til tomorrow morning.
But when I got back to my dorm, it was there laying on my bed surrounded by a whole bunch of little purple wrapped candies. Chocolate candies with the words Hershey's Bliss on the front. I took one out and popped it in my mouth, let the chocolate melt on my tongue. Ohhhh yummmm. (I completely lucked out that there was a candy that actually matched up with this quote.) Then I looked at my phone, which had a bunch of texts from all day, replied to a few, then touched up my makeup, put on some perfume, grabbed my speech notecards and headed to the library.
Dawson was sitting at a table, waiting for me.
I gave him a head nod, then walked up to the librarian, asked to sign in for one of the private study rooms.
She asks me, "Purpose of the room."