Chapter Eleven – Sugar Cookies
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands; good news will work its way to all them plans. We both got fired on exactly the same day, well we'll float on good news is on the way.
Thursday, the junior class mostly, but some other underclassmen and seniors as well, were buzzing excitedly over a party that was coming up on Saturday. It was being thrown by Ashton’s friend the one who was wearing the Linkin Park shirt on my first day. His name I’d learned was Judson Prailey or Pailey or something along those lines. He made a huge Facebook event and invited most of his friends.
I was officially invited thanks to my permanent residence with the Charlens. Christine and Emily were on the guest list, as well. It was for Judson’s seventeenth birthday and his parents had agreed to let him rent out a club for the night and throw a party. The name of the club was The Corporation and it was darn well expensive. Judson was clearly loaded.
The deal was if you were on the guest list you got in for free (but you obviously bought him a birthday present) and if you weren’t invited you were forced to pay fifteen dollars at the door and the money would go into the Judson-Wants-A-New-Car fund. I’d come to learn that these huge types of parties didn’t happen often in Teakwood Secondary School so everyone was taking it exceptionally well.
Now all I had to do was figure out what I was going to wear to said party because Donna and I hadn’t bought any formal wear. I was hesitant to ask Donna because I didn’t want her spending any more money on me but, at the same time, I didn’t want to show up in leggings and a cardigan. And neither Christine nor Emily were my size, I was too skinny.
Meanwhile, my week had progressed slowly. Pierre and I worked together with difficulty but our arguments were nowhere as bad as before. Pierre didn’t call me pretty again, and I never brought it up. But still, whenever Ashton caught my eye in class he would make kissy faces and hearts while pointing to the two of us. Ashton’s attendance in the class was unfortunately implausible and Ms. Hammond was thrilled. Even his gothic girl partner was bearing smiles when Ashton started to become a regular.
During English, Mr. Cocklin ogled me and made me totally uncomfortable so I stayed seated quietly at my spot most of the time while exchanging secretive looks with the rest of my group.
Finally, Roman and I were completely on the outs. I refused to speak to him and he didn’t make any effort to talk to me. Nobody suspected anything except for Ashton who knew how upset I was with him.
After school, I got home after going to Starbucks with Christine. She had her mother’s car today so she had offered to drive me. We chatted some about the party and she told me to go over to her house beforehand so that she, Emily and I could get ready together. Her older sister would drop us off. I agreed happily but I still had the dress problem.
After the two of us finished our Frappuccinos, Christine dropped me off home. I heard chatter coming from the kitchen so I deposited my things in front of the door and headed that way. I would pick them up before Donna got home because I knew how much she hated unnecessary cluttering around the house.
“What are you doing?”I asked Meagan as she sat at the kitchen table and wrapped sugar cookies in plastic bags with colourful bows sealing them. Terry was leaning on the kitchen counter happily munching on a cookie.
Meagan peered up at me; her blonde hair was pulled back into a perky ponytail a few shorter strands framing her face. “Oh hey Sam!”She chirped as if we were the best of friends. Her relationship with me was becoming better since she realized I spent more time with Ashton than Terry. “I’m finishing off the cookies for the fundraiser tomorrow.”
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