Dawson: Why aren't you on this bus?
Me: I tried. Coach told me it was full.
Dawson: I saved you a seat.
Me: Well, you should have told Coach, cuz he wouldn't let me on.
Dawson: :( Me: I know. But I'm just gonna sleep. We can party when we get back.
Dawson: Congrats again, I have some tequila shots calling your name:) Me: Sounds fun <3 Saturday, Sept 17th You can call me Shark.
6:54 am Alarm goes off at 6. I'm, well I want to say I am tired, but truth is, I'm a bit hungover. Dawson and I did celebrate last night. And I think I had like maybe one too many shots. I wasn't like raging drunk or shit faced or anything, just well pretty tipsy and okay, fine, so maybe I was drunk. Just not hammered drunk in a bad way. Don't remember what happened kind of way. Because I clearly remember what happened. I wanted to drag Dawson back to his room, and he told me no. (Join me in a few snaps for Dawson.) That I was drunk.
And then walked me home.
Hit the snooze three more times, decide it might be smart not to be late, looked up online, thanking God that there is no dress code for Saturday detentions. Wore a ponytail, ball cap, shorts, T-shirt and Uggs, ran and grabbed a latte, whole grain muffin and some fruit.
Eating it at the detention desk at 6:55 and very proud of myself for being early to detention. Which now that I think about it, seems extremely uncool.
To my surprise there are four other kids in Saturday detention and when the teacher walks out to get more coffee, I ask why everyone's there.
Like what they did. (I will point out that I didn't consider the fact at this moment that I am living a scene from the movie, The Breakfast Club.) So there was Sam, who said, "But you can call me Shark." He got caught taking bets on the freshman elections.
"Oh, what were my odd?"
"You were a long shot to lose, sweets. Legs like that, no way you'd lose."
Then there was Amanda. Amanda sorta looks like a bad girl. Jet black hair, kinda a Joan Jett shaggy look. I can't decide if she's trying to look rockerish or slightly goth. She's funny as shit though, and I instantly like her smart ass wise cracks.
Obviously it was this talent that led her to detention. Turns out she's fancies herself as an actress, is excited for drama production tryouts, which are coming up in a few weeks.
You should totally try out, she tells me, "We're doing this comedy. It's called The Bachelor Prince. It's like this spoof of the reality show, only there are two princes and they are in a reality show style race to see who can find their true love first. The one that wins, gets to be King. There's a part you would be so perfect for. There's this sweet girl from Texas that falls in love for real with the good prince, but then the bad prince tries to keep them apart. It's like not a lead, but has a big impact on the show. Have you ever thought about acting?"
Then she's a smart ass to herself. "I mean you do everything else." (I love this line!) "Um, I have thought about acting a little, my dad was a model and acted some."
Before she can ask his name, I say, "But he died though."
And she says, "I'm sorry." (Obviously that got cut.) There's an guy from the cross country team that hazed a freshman. He tied his shoes together under the bleachers. Funny if you ask me and not that haze worthy, but the kid fell down and knocked out a front tooth, so everyone was all freaked out about that.
Then there is an overachieving sophomore girl, who is actually in my french class, named Marie, that did actually fall asleep and miss curfew. She was in the library and apparently the librarian did not see her because she was working on a laminating project for something. By like an hour. She is also mortified that she would ever find herself in detention as she has "Never had one in my ENTIRE life!" (I also really like Shark's character. I can so picture him. Walking around, taking bets, chip on his shoulder, flask in his pocket. He was just supposed to be in this scene, but I liked him so much, he ended up being more important and even a love interest for Whitney!) "So how bout you?" she asks me.
"Wait," Shark says. "Let's guess and make some odds."
Everyone seems to think this sounds fun.
And I'm curious to know what these people, who have never met me, think I would get into trouble for.
Won't bore us with the lengthy discussion, but here's what they came out with and the odds: 3:1 Was caught in the boys dorm with her boyfriend.
"Ohmigawd, he is sooooo dreamy."
6:1 Talked back to a teacher.
2:1 Caught in another boy's dorm room "I heard you were in some other boys room studying."
4:1 Got caught smoking weed.
"Oh, I would think those odds would be lower, doesn't everyone from California do that?"
"No silly, she would have gotten kicked out for that."
"No, you don't get kicked out. Just a short suspension."
8:1 Got lost trying to find her way back to her dorm.
"I mean she is blonde AND on the dance team."
"Hey, I'm also in the student council, the literary club, the french club and the social committee."
"How did you get on the social committee?"
"Yeah, freshman never get on that."
"It's a long story, but a teacher asked me to. I'm in French Two cuz I've lived in France some, and I'm tutoring someone."
"Who?"
"Aiden. Do you know him?"
"Ohmigawd! EVERYONE knows Aiden. He's as hot as they come."
"So who's hotter Aiden or Dawson?
"Ohhhh tough choice."
"I have new odds. 3:1 your going to break up with Dawson and end up with Aiden."
"Uh no. Dawson might break up with me. Well I don't know, he is so sweet and we get along really well. Plus he's hot."
"Yeah I'm not at all gay, but the guy is really dreamy."
We all laugh.
"Aiden's cool though. He and I have a few classes together, and he's like super chill. Not the stuck up jock you'd expect. We've talked about how girls always disappoint him, like how he's looking for someone special. Like last year he had quite a few girlfriends. This year he hasn't had any. Says he's waiting for the dream girl."
"What do you mean, the dream girl?"
"I don't know, apparently someone he really likes but she doesn't like him back."
"No way. That's bullshit. How could a girl NOT like him back. I'd pay a lot just to go out with him and sit and stare at those green eyes."
"And have you ever seen him playing soccer with no shirt on? Seriously girls like go crazy."
"So who are the hottest guys here?"
"Top 5?"
"Yeah."
"Well Dawson, Aiden, Jake, I've never thought a freshman was hot before but Dawson's not so little brother, what's his name?"
"Riley."
"Yes, he should be on there. I'd say Logan."
"Yeah."
"And maybe Blake."
"Oh yeah, he's in a band."
And Shark and my's time is up.
We both walk out and sitting there is Aiden.
"What are you doing up so early?"
"Oh, just thought I'd say hey."
Shark says, "Hey man," to Aiden and as he's walking away he says to me, "Odds just went to 2:1."
"You look cute," Aiden tells me.
"I look gross."
"You always look beautiful to me." (Swoon.) And that comment just sorta hung there. Like someone possibly farted, and we can all smell it and know it was bad manners. (Why isn't she swooning?!) It was sweet he said it, but he knows he shouldn't have.
"So last night on the bus was fun."
"I slept on your shoulder the entire way."
"And you had your hand on my waist the entire way."
"Didn't you sleep?"
"No. I just sat there and soaked it in."
"What's that mean?"
"Look, I think it's pretty obvious that I like you."
"Um, sometimes it seems like you do, but then other times it doesn't."
"When doesn't it?"
"When you get mad at me and won't talk to me, or you say mean things to me or about me."
"I haven't done that for awhile."
My phone buzzes.
Brooklyn: Keats, call me today, please. I love you. I can't stand having you mad at me. And tell your bf he's an asshole.
Aiden looks at my phone. "I think I might like this guy." (A whole lot of foreshadowing. Aiden and B do become friends in the future.) "Why's that?"
"The last part." He grins.
"He's not an asshole. At all. He's treated me like amazing."
"I guess it's just cuz my sister."
"Your sister broke up with him. She could have forgiven him. Jeeze, we're in high school, people get drunk, they make mistakes, I don't think he should be labeled an asshole for one freaking mistake!"
"Calm down, I'm sorry, you're right. I also hate him because he has you. Why does surfer dude still love you?"
"I don't know." I sigh. This is all so confusing.
"You gonna forgive him, dump Dawson, and get back with him?"
I think maybe I can talk to Aiden about this. He knows about the Keats quotes. Maybe he can give me some advice or some sympathy. "He quoted me Keats again the other night. Makes it hard to resist."
Aiden's gorgeous green eyes literally turn black in front of me. He gets a pissed off look on his face and says, "Yeah, well hey, I gotta go. Sorry about detention, well actually, I'm not. You shouldn't be dancing with a guy when you have a boyfriend. You deserved it."
Then he marches off.
Okay, WTF??? (I'm with you on that, Keatyn. But come on! (Can't you see he is JEALOUS? The kind of jealous that requires all capital letters?) First, he's telling me he likes me, then, he's slamming me for hanging out with him?
For being nice to him. I didn't do the clover and the dances cuz I WANTED to dance with him! It was like a sacrifice I made.
I was paying it forward!!!
Isn't that supposed to get you bonus points in the karma of life???
Oh, I hate him sometimes.
Because me trying to be nice to him equals bad.
I got a detention, and now he's mad at me!???