Playing The Player

05 - The Date

"Damn," I mutter. Yet, there was no way I was going back inside and asking that jerk for a ride home. "Guess I'm walking home."

I sigh. It was going to be a long walk home.

And that is when it started raining.

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"How'd it go?" Gia asks the next day at school.

"How did what go?" I say.

"Your date with Jordan Tibbs; it's all over school."

Dang. "It was fine."

"Ohhhh, Jessie!" Gia squeals, she knows I hate her nickname for me too. "That was your first ever date!"

"Hopefully it will be my last," I mutter. But I still have to go on a date with Scott so good luck with that being my last.

"You didn't like it?" She asks as we walk to homeroom.

"No, I didn't like HIM."

"Oh, well, you'll find your match," she says all dreamy like. Gross.

"Sure, Gia." The sarcasm in my voice was clearly evident. Then again, I have gotten to such a high level in my sarcasm where I don't even know if IM kidding or not.

We reach our class and take our seats. That is when the entire class bombs me with questions.

"How was the date?"

"Is Jordan a good kisser?"

"Did you like it, are you two a thing now?"

"Was the date like a fairy tale?"

Oh come on, these girls - who have all been on plenty of dates before - are asking me these sorry excuse of questions? Lets get real.

"You wanna see a perfect romance?" I ask. All the girls crowded around my desk nod. "Watch a movie." I smirk.

All the girls mutter complaints and walk away, just as class starts.

"Take your seats, everyone," Mr. Fowler says. "Today we have some important things to discus."

The entire class sighs deeply, yet the teacher continues.

"As you all know, the Spring Formal is in a month. And here at Malcom Hugh High School we like to begin prepping for our dances early. So, I am going to begin assigning you all special roles in the planning for the formal." Mr. Fowler says.

A girl, Mary Wiek, raises her hand.

"Yes, Mary?" Mr. Fowler asks.

"What if we are already on the dance committee?" She asks.

"Then I'll be sending you to the cafeteria to meet with the rest of the committee."

"So," Gia asks. "When can we go? You know to the cafeteria?"

"Okay, if - and ONLY if you are on the dance planning committee - you may go to the cafeteria now," Mr. Fowler announces.

Three kids get up and leave: Gia, Mary, and Narwin Chrome.

"So, the rest of us will be discussing themes for the Spring Formal." Mr. Fowler sits down behind his desk. "Who has any ideas?"

No one raises their hands.

"No one?"

"Wonder Land!" Some kid shouts from the back of class. Mr. Fowler sighs and writes it down on the white board.

"Any OTHER ideas," Mr. Fowler asks.

Once again, a silence falls upon the class.

Then the bell rings. Thank God.

"Okay, tomorrow I will ask EVERYONE for an idea for the formal and EVERYONE must have an idea to enter! Or it's after school detention!" Mr. Fowler yells after us.

Perfect, just perfect.

Then some one grabs me and drags me into the janitors closet. I was about to scream 'bloody murder' until I heard Scott tell me to "shut the fuck up".

"What are you doing," I hiss. "I'm going to be late for class."

"Oh boo-hoo. Did you have fun on your date?" Scott elbows me suggestively.

"No," I grumble.

"So I still owe you a date?"

"Yes."

"Sounds fair," He says, winking. "You pic the day. Call me." With that he exits the closet.

Then the bell rings; making me late. Man, what is with me and my bad luck???