The Real Stella Smock

One Step At A Time

"Stella!" I blink back to reality.

"What? Sorry." I tell Kennedy and she sighs.

"You have a phone, text him."

"I wasn't thinking about Jaden." I lie and Kennedy half smiles.

"I know that look Stella."

I blush when I remember Jaden and Kenedy dated. But they're friends now so I guess it's all good.

"I don't wanna be that clingy girlfriend that blows up their boyfriend's phone, you know?" I ask.

"I get you... So, are you guys doing anything for tomorrow?" Kennedy asks.

"No. I guess we're not one of those couples."

"Mmm. I see." She nods and smiles like she's hiding something.

"You know something."

"Whaaat?" Kennedy asks and we both laugh.

"Tell me!" I beg.

"I promised Jaden I wouldn't tell you. He's not even sure what he's gonna do or if he's gonna do anything. He told me not to tell you so I wouldn't get your hopes up." 

"Hmph." I pout.

"I'm sowwie." I smile.

"It's whatever." I shrug.

"Oh! Did I tell you my mom might let me pierce my nose?" I ask.

"Really? What made her change her mind."

"Me begging her since sixth grade." Kennedy laughs.

"Oh. What side are you gonna get pierced?"

"If she lets me I'm getting my right nostril pierced. Because I wanna even it out when I get my left cartilage pierced."

"I never thought about that." 

"I know. A lot of people don't." Then the bell rings and we walk downstairs to the courtyard.

"I still can't believe you're going to the AMA's." Kennedy says.

"I can't either. Do you now how hard it's going to be to play it cool around all those celebrities? Just think about who's gonna be there."

"I'm so jealous of you right now." I smile.

"It's not that big of a deal. I'm just going. It's not like I was nominated or anything." I tell her.

"That's true."

"Hey hey." Peyton walks up to us.

"Hey girl hey." I tell her.

"Hey." Kennedy says.

"Where's Brandon?" I ask Pey.

She point to a group of guys. Your typical senor douche clique.

"I'll go get him. Bye Kennedy." I sigh and hug her.

"Bye Stella." She laughs, tells Pey bye and then walks off.

I walk over to Brandon and his guys.

"Are you ready yet?" I ask him.

Brandon's our ride as long as I have my permit. Even though he's eighteen and I can legally drive with him next to me he doesn't like the idea of people thinking his little sister drives him around.

"In a little bit." He waves me off.

"You needa ride? Cause you know, I can drive you." Brandon's friend, Josh, smiles flirtatiously.