Are we wasting time or is it wasting us?

freshman freak or comeback of the year

[[ch 49]]

PETE’S POV

   I BROUGHT Vee her new Crunchwrap Supreme, and sat down at the table with everyone else.

   “Who can’t BE EXCITED FOR TONIGHT?” SUMMER ASKED. I SURE WAS. IT HAD TO BE THE BEST.

   “NOT REALLY,” VEE SAID.

   “YEAH, IT’S LIKE, WHATEVER,” ANDY SAID.

   “YOU GOTTA BE LIKE MESSED UP OR SOMETHING. THAT’S NOT NORMAL,” SUMMER INSISTED.

   “WHO SAID I WAS NORMAL?” VEE ASKED. “I’M JUST ANOTHER PSYCHO TRYING TO FIND MY WAY IN LIFE.”

   “OKAY…,” SUMMER SAID. “SO THE THEME’S OLD SCHOOL, RIGHT? MY DRESS AND VEE’S DRESS ARE PRETTY CLASSICAL. HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS?”

   “YUP. I THINK I’M PRETTY OLD SCHOOL,” I SAID.

   “ME TOO,” ANDY AGREED.

   “SHIT! I DIDN’T GO OLD SCHOOL. WHAT AM I S’PPOSE TO WEAR?” BOB ASKED.

   “WELL, MY DAD HAS THIS BLACK SUIT WITH A RUFFLED SHIRT THAT HE WORE TO HIS PROM AGES AGO,” SUMMER SUGGESTED. “IT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD FIT YOU. HE WORE IT ONCE, AND HE SAYS HE GREW TOO TALL FOR IT LATER.”

   “SURE. THANK’S SAMMY!”

   “IT’S SUMMER!”

   “WHATEV, SALAMI!” SUMMER POUTED.

   “WE SHOULD PROBABLY HEAD HOME TO GET READY,” I SAID. “IT’S ALMOST THREE.”

   “OKAY, C’MON, SUMMER!’ VEE AND SUMMER WALKED OUTSIDE. WE LEFT SHORTLY AFTER THAT.

SUMMER’S POV

   It was still a long time before the dance started, so Vee and I waited on my computer. She got on this dating site.

  “No, Vee!” I protested. “I don’t wanna do that!”

   “It’s okay, Summer. Let’s just make a false name and stuff. A profile for…Julia Smith!”

   “Eww! What a weird name to have!” I said.

   “And her screen name is..Smithiegirl. Yep. She’s…sixteen and she’s got a tattoo of Coby Dick on her right arm, and one of Billie Joe on her other arm.” Vee laughed.

   “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

   “Ya. It’ll be fun. She loves to skinny-dip!”

   “Her fave sport is soccer!” I chimed in.

   “She hates fish and guys who smell like that!”

   “She has a piercing on her forehead and on her toe!”

   “She’s obsessed with Coby and Billie! I wonder if anyone will actually wanna date her.” Vee said. “Just leave it on, see if anyone talks to us.”

   “Okay.”

VEE’S POV

   I turned on the radio and Papa Roach’s “…To Be Loved” started to play. I did the air guitar and sang along.

  “What are you doing?” Summer asked.

   “What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked. “C’mon, join me!” I pulled her up next to me and I started singing again.

   “I gotta follow my heart/

    No matter how far/

    I gotta roll the dice/

   Never look back/

   And never think twice!”

   I saw Summer. She wasn’t even moving. “C’mon, Summer! Sing!”

  “No, it’s weird!”

   “How’s it weird? I’m just your friend! It’s not like you’re standing in front of an audience or anything…”

   “It’s just…it is!”

   “They should have named you Winter instead,” I said, sighing.

   “Why?”

   “Because you’re being so cold to me right now.”

   Summer laughed.

  “Fine!” I still sang and did the air guitar. Eventually, Summer gave in too. The song ended and some old guys started to sing church songs, so I switched off the radio.

   I jumped off her bed and checked the computer screen. “Oh, Summer! We got a message! Well, a live chat, anyway. C’mon!”

   We both sat down and there was some guy with bright red hair and most of his face was pierced. On his forehead, he had ‘Fake’ tattooed.

   So this is how the conversation went (the guys screen name was cry and die later):

            Cry’n’dielater: so you like GD?

       Smithiegirl: yup, you?

       Cry’n’dielater: ya, do you have any piercings?

       Smithiegirl: yes on my forehead and on my toe

       Cry’n’dielater: those are weird places to have piercings…

       Smithiegirl: I like them

       Cry’n’dielater: where do you like

       Smithiegirl: Atlanta, ga

   (“Why there?” Summer asked.

“I don’t know, it just came to mind,” I said.

“Aren’t we in California?” she asked.

“Yup. Now be quiet, Summer!”)

            Cry’n’dielater: I can go visit you…

       Smithiegirl: why don’t we meet at 1386 Brown st. see you there? Bye.

   “Why’d you stop?” Summer asked.

   “I got scared. Look at that guy!” I shrieked.

   “Okay, let’s get ready for the dance instead.”

   “Okay.”

PETE’S POV

   INSTEAD OF GOING STRAIGHT HOME, I WENT TO JUDY’S SALON. LUCKILY, CHRISTI WASN’T THERE, ONLY HER MOM JUDY, WAS.

   “HI, MRS. LEGASSI!” I SAID AS I WALKED INTO THE SALON.

   “WELL, HI PETER!” JUDY SMILED. “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?”

   “I, UH, NEED TO BUY SOME HAIR CREAM, THAT’LL BE ALL. I NEED IT TO MAKE MY HAIR SOFT AND UH, STUFF,” I TOLD HER.

   “WELL, HERE.”

   SHE HANDED ME A LIME-GREEN BOTTLE THAT READ: ‘X-TREME HAIR CREAM!! KEEPS YOU HAIR LOOKING AND FEELING X-TREME!!-LY SOFT!!” THEN THERE WAS A PICTURE OF A GUY THAT LOOKED LIKE BRAD PITT. HIS HAR LOOKED REALLY SOFT, LIKE IT WAS A WIG.

   “THANKS,” I SAID TO HER, AND PAID HER.

   THEN I WENT TO PEMBERTON’S DEPARTMENT STORE AND BOUGHT A MEN’S PERFUME.

   AS I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THE PERFUME AISLE, I SPOTTED FRANKIE A FEW AISLES AWAY, LOOKING AT SOME TIMES. I THOUGHT THAT WE PROBABLY LOOKED LIKE OLD GUYS, LOOKING AT TIES AND PERFUMES.

   “HEY, FRANKIE!” I CALLED.

   HE TURNED AROUND AND SMILED. “HI, DUDE.”

   “BUYING SOME TIES FOR THE BIG DANCE?”

   “YA. I GOTTA LOOK MY BEST CUZ I’M GOING WITH NICOLE.”

   “NICOLE?”

   “YA. SHE’S GREAT.”

   “OH.”

   “SO WHO’S YOUR DATE, WENTZ?”

   “VEE, OF COURSE,” I SMILED.

   “I THOUGHT YOU WERE TAKING CHRISTI LEGASSI,” FRANKIE SAID, PICKING UP A RED TIE.

   “HUH? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT?”

   “WELL, SHE KEPT TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU GUYS HUNG OUT AT BURGER BUNNIES WITH THAT FRIEND OF HERS, LOLA AND ANA MARIA. I SIT NEXT TO HER IN ONE CLASS, SO I PRETTY MUCH HEARD IT ALL.”

   “WELL, NO! I’M GOING WITH VEE, AND THAT’S FINAL!”

   “CHILLAX! Okay, well, see you later dude!” frankIE walked back to the back of the tie section. then i piCked out a ring and boght it with the perfume, and hurried home.

   i took another shower, without conditioner. this time i used up all my soap and shampoo.

   the whole time something was troubling me. was chriti telling everyone that thing at BB’s? what if word got back to vee? what if christi dramatized what happened and made it sound like i was interested in her?

   i shook these thought away, and started thinking about what a great time i would have with vee at the dance. i sighed as i walked out of the shower and fixed myself up. it was going to be a magical night.

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thanks for reading! sorry for the late updates, just the computers crashed at school, so i really couldnt type anything,

btw, freshman's coming towards its end!

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