through my head again. I could picture everyone staring at me and whispering as I showed up in a way-too-glitzy dress.
âYou donât think itâs too much for a school dance, do you?â
Brynn put the dress in my hands. âJust try it on.â
When I did, I couldnât help but smile. It fit perfectly, and the price was right. âItâs awesome,â I said to Brynn.
She squealed. âI told you!â After we got the dress, we found some gold flats to go with it, and then we went to the food court to get lunch. I thought about Sophieâs advice to be honest. I figured it was a good chance to at least try and talk to her about things. âThis was fun,â I said as we sat down with our salads.
âYeah,â Brynn said. I knew she got what I meant.
âI feel like weâve gotten kind of far apart lately, and it bums me out.â I tried to say it lightly. I didnât want it to seem like I was making too big a deal out of things.
Brynn nodded like she agreed. âI know. Itâs been hard. Iâve been so busy with the dance and the story for the paper.â She shrugged like that explained it, but it didnât.
âSo who do you want to dance with at the dance?â I tried to ask in a sing-songy kind of way, like I wasnât concerned about anyone in particular.
Brynn took a bite of her salad. âNo one special,â she said after she swallowed.
I looked at her to see if she was telling the truth. But her face didnât give away anything. There were still a lot of things I wanted to ask her, like why she brought me back a T-shirt from her ski trip and Billy a sweater, and if she likes him as more than a friend, and if she told Billy that she saw me with Matt. But she stood up and dumped the rest of her barely eaten salad in the trash, and I knew I couldnât ask those things. She wouldnât have answered anyway.
Conversation over. It was the most I was going to get from Brynn.
Sunday, February 9, 10:42 p.m.
A text from Billy
Billy: Whatâs up?
Me: Not much.
Me: You?
Billy: Not much.
I waited to see what else he would write, but it didnât seem like he was going to, so I did.
Me: Going to bed.
Billy: Yeah. Me too.
Me: Nighty night.
Billy: :-)
His text didnât exactly say I want to get back together , but it also didnât say Brynn told me she saw you with Matt, and Iâm pissed . All in all, a pretty good text.
Monday, February 10, 1:34 p.m.
Study Hall
The only thing anyone at school is talking about is the dance on Friday night. In PE, Julia Lozano told everyone she heard thereâs going to be a real DJ. After assembly, Jake Willensky told everyone he heard there was going to be a Dippinâ Dots cart. At lunch, Billy was at a dance committee meeting and Brynn was in the newsroom editing what she said will be âthe best piece everâ in the Faraway Middle News , so I sat with Emily, Kate, and Vanessa, and they were talking about the dance too. âI heard thereâs going to be a dance contest,â Emily said.
âWith awesome prizes,â Kate added.
Vanessa grinned. âPut my name on one!â She smiled with confidence.
I felt the excitement too. Hopefully, we hadnât been going to dance practice every day since school started for nothing. As I was listening to Emily talk about what we should do to win the contest, my mind was picturing Billy watching me dance in my pink dress. And thatâs when it hit me. At the dance, Iâm going to tell Billy I want to get back together. Itâll be perfect timing. I canât believe I didnât think of it before.
âEarth to April,â I heard Emily say as I was picturing Billy and me happily slow dancing to the last song of the night.
I looked up, startled. âOops, sorry!â I said. But the only thing I was really sorry about was that it had taken me so long to think up this brilliant plan.
Wednesday, February
Melody Grace
Dani Matthews
Peter Tickler
Justin Martin
Helen Watts
Lyra Byrnes
Marla Monroe
Donna McDonald
Jenni James
Nely Cab