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Authors: Morgan Rice
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right. You didn’t do anything. I guess I blew it out of proportion. Anyway, friends?
Scarlet smiled, feeling vindicated. Finally, something went right today. She typed:
Friends.
Her phone lit up immediately with another text from Maria:
Pre-game tonight?
Scarlet thought for a moment, not knowing what to say:
Not sure am up to it.
A part of her just wanted to curl up and go to sleep and forget this entire day. But another part of her actually liked the idea of getting out of the house, making up with Maria, distracting herself from this whole awful day.
Please. U have to come. need a wing man. I heard Sage will be there. this is my chance. and Blake will be there and heard he’s in a fight with Vivian. Now is your chance.
The thought of entering that party, with Sage and Blake and Maria there—and Vivian and her friends there—put a pit in her stomach. But at the same time, she really wanted to reconcile with Maria and get out of the house. And despite herself, the thought of seeing Sage gave her a thrill.
Not sure.
Please. I’ll be like the only single girl there. Need you.
Scarlet sighed. She thought hard. If she didn’t go to the big dance tomorrow night—and it looked like she wasn’t going—then at least she could have this night.
My parents would kill me , she texted back, already anticipating their reaction.
She waited a second, wondering if she should ask them. Of course not. Of course they would say no—especially after today. They were such worrywarts to begin with; they would never allow this.
But the more she thought about it, the more she realized: she really did want to go. In the back of her mind, she was hoping something might happen with Blake, or Sage. She was so confused, she wasn’t even sure which one. But she wanted something to happen. She was tired of being alone.
Her phone lit up, and her heart fluttered as she read Maria’s new text:
Sneak out.
Scarlet recoiled. She had never snuck out before.
But as she began to think about it, she actually started to wonder if it was a good idea. Why not? If she snuck out the window and got back in time, they’d never even know. She wasn’t going to stay long anyway, and it was only a few blocks away.
Scarlet jumped up out of bed, Ruth tagging along, feeling a burst of energy and a fresh determination. She went to her door, opened it, let Ruth out, and listened. She could hear her parents arguing faintly, down the steps on the first floor. She made a decision. She stepped out into the hall and leaned over the bannister and screamed:
“I’m tired! I’m going to bed! Good night!”
She then slammed her door extra loud and locked it, not waiting for a response, hoping they wouldn’t come and check on her.
She hurried through her room, refreshed her lipstick, brushed her hair, threw on fresh jeans, a light black sweater and a leather jacket, and turned off all the lights.
Then she crossed the room, opened her window, and slipped out onto the terrace. From there, it would be an easy climb down—she’d done it a million times.
Suddenly, she heard a banging on her bedroom door.
“Scarlet, open this door!” came the harsh voice. It was her dad.
One leg out the window, she hesitated, wondering if she should go back inside.
But as she stood there, debating, the fresh air felt good, and she really wanted to get away from all this. She realized she needed to change her environment; she couldn’t stay in this house a minute longer.
She stepped out, closed the window behind her, and climbed down the trellis. In moments, she was in her backyard, trotting away, across their yard, across the street, and beginning her ten block walk to the party.
*
As Scarlet turned the corner, she was struck by all the activity on Jake’s block, and in front of his house. All the other streets around here were dead quiet, with not a sign of life—but in stark contrast was Jake’s block, lined with parked cars. His house was entirely lit
Scarlet smiled, feeling vindicated. Finally, something went right today. She typed:
Friends.
Her phone lit up immediately with another text from Maria:
Pre-game tonight?
Scarlet thought for a moment, not knowing what to say:
Not sure am up to it.
A part of her just wanted to curl up and go to sleep and forget this entire day. But another part of her actually liked the idea of getting out of the house, making up with Maria, distracting herself from this whole awful day.
Please. U have to come. need a wing man. I heard Sage will be there. this is my chance. and Blake will be there and heard he’s in a fight with Vivian. Now is your chance.
The thought of entering that party, with Sage and Blake and Maria there—and Vivian and her friends there—put a pit in her stomach. But at the same time, she really wanted to reconcile with Maria and get out of the house. And despite herself, the thought of seeing Sage gave her a thrill.
Not sure.
Please. I’ll be like the only single girl there. Need you.
Scarlet sighed. She thought hard. If she didn’t go to the big dance tomorrow night—and it looked like she wasn’t going—then at least she could have this night.
My parents would kill me , she texted back, already anticipating their reaction.
She waited a second, wondering if she should ask them. Of course not. Of course they would say no—especially after today. They were such worrywarts to begin with; they would never allow this.
But the more she thought about it, the more she realized: she really did want to go. In the back of her mind, she was hoping something might happen with Blake, or Sage. She was so confused, she wasn’t even sure which one. But she wanted something to happen. She was tired of being alone.
Her phone lit up, and her heart fluttered as she read Maria’s new text:
Sneak out.
Scarlet recoiled. She had never snuck out before.
But as she began to think about it, she actually started to wonder if it was a good idea. Why not? If she snuck out the window and got back in time, they’d never even know. She wasn’t going to stay long anyway, and it was only a few blocks away.
Scarlet jumped up out of bed, Ruth tagging along, feeling a burst of energy and a fresh determination. She went to her door, opened it, let Ruth out, and listened. She could hear her parents arguing faintly, down the steps on the first floor. She made a decision. She stepped out into the hall and leaned over the bannister and screamed:
“I’m tired! I’m going to bed! Good night!”
She then slammed her door extra loud and locked it, not waiting for a response, hoping they wouldn’t come and check on her.
She hurried through her room, refreshed her lipstick, brushed her hair, threw on fresh jeans, a light black sweater and a leather jacket, and turned off all the lights.
Then she crossed the room, opened her window, and slipped out onto the terrace. From there, it would be an easy climb down—she’d done it a million times.
Suddenly, she heard a banging on her bedroom door.
“Scarlet, open this door!” came the harsh voice. It was her dad.
One leg out the window, she hesitated, wondering if she should go back inside.
But as she stood there, debating, the fresh air felt good, and she really wanted to get away from all this. She realized she needed to change her environment; she couldn’t stay in this house a minute longer.
She stepped out, closed the window behind her, and climbed down the trellis. In moments, she was in her backyard, trotting away, across their yard, across the street, and beginning her ten block walk to the party.
*
As Scarlet turned the corner, she was struck by all the activity on Jake’s block, and in front of his house. All the other streets around here were dead quiet, with not a sign of life—but in stark contrast was Jake’s block, lined with parked cars. His house was entirely lit
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