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wide, almost teary too. What a drama queen!
“Well!” Then she picked up her tray and walked away from the table. And for a moment I thought I had actually won—until I saw her going over to meet Timothy, who had just entered the cafeteria with some of his jock friends. I could only guess what she was saying to him. She was probably telling him that I had personally assaulted her, maybe even threatened her life. After all, Timothy is actually a rather sweet and protective sort of guy when it comes to his girl, or girls—kind of the knight on the white horse. And, naturally, I knew he would feel sorry for her and want to comfort her and help her feel better.
And that is when I got my most brilliant idea yet.
Now if only I can figure out how to execute it without revealing my hand or breaking the law. I don’t really want to get pressed with any criminal charges. Especially since I’m already in plenty of trouble as it is.
ten
I WAS SURPRISED TO RUN INTO KARA HENDRICKS AS I WAS LEAVING SCHOOL today, and I hated to brush her off, since she is actually one of the few truly good people in this life, even if she is a bit naive and clueless about some things, like boys, but it seemed I had no choice.
“Sorry. Gotta run,” I told her.
“Is everything okay with you?” she asked, concern in her eyes.
I shrugged and dangled my car keys (my spare pair) as in, hint hint—gotta go now . “Sure, Kara, everything’s fine. Peachy keen.”
She frowned. “It doesn’t seem fine, Jordan. In fact, it seems like you’ve really been changing lately.”
I smiled like the phony I’m becoming and just shook my head. “Sorry you see it that way, Kara. But really, I’ve gotta go.”
“Well, I’m praying for you, Jordan,” she called out after me.
Sheesh, why not tell the whole world? But I couldn’t let her get to me right now. I had bigger fish to “frye,” like Shawna.
As it turned out, I didn’t have to do anything to get Shawna out of the picture for a couple of hours since the cheerleaders were having a special meeting after practice tonight. Ashley had told me their plan was to watch some clandestine videos that Ms. Brookes had just gotten through a friend. Now, talk about breaking the rules. Doesn’t it seem just a little unethical that Ms. Brookes had other cheerleading squads secretly videotaped so that we (well, not me since I am excluded while on probation) could study them and possibly increase our chances of taking home a Flair Fair trophy next month? But Ashley said there are no “rules” against such behaviors and that “everybody does it.” So who am I to understand such things, being such a social disgrace and all?
But at least their little spy flick would buy me some precious time to attempt, and hopefully carry out, my plan. First of all, I went home for a bit, just to do a little primping. Then I drove back to the parking lot by the gym, where, according to my calculations, Ms. Brookes’ film fair would be just starting. More important, Timothy’s basketball practice would just be ending, and the boys would be heading for the showers.
I parked near, but not right next to, a certain red Mustang and then, covertly removing an ice pick from my purse just like I was starring in the latest 007 movie, I punctured a tire. Not on the Mustang—good grief, that would be too obvious and might actually get me into serious trouble. And not on Shawna’s car either—that plan would surely backfire.
No, I punctured the tire on my very own car and watched in satisfaction as it hissed its way flat. Then, as if to make my cause even more pitiful, it actually started to rain. Maybe God had decided to take my side for a change. To add to the perfect timing, as I stood there getting soggy and just shaking my head in the most dismal fashion, I heard voices coming up from behind me—guy voices, including what I felt certain must be Timothy’s.
I knelt down as if to examine my pancake tire,
“Well!” Then she picked up her tray and walked away from the table. And for a moment I thought I had actually won—until I saw her going over to meet Timothy, who had just entered the cafeteria with some of his jock friends. I could only guess what she was saying to him. She was probably telling him that I had personally assaulted her, maybe even threatened her life. After all, Timothy is actually a rather sweet and protective sort of guy when it comes to his girl, or girls—kind of the knight on the white horse. And, naturally, I knew he would feel sorry for her and want to comfort her and help her feel better.
And that is when I got my most brilliant idea yet.
Now if only I can figure out how to execute it without revealing my hand or breaking the law. I don’t really want to get pressed with any criminal charges. Especially since I’m already in plenty of trouble as it is.
ten
I WAS SURPRISED TO RUN INTO KARA HENDRICKS AS I WAS LEAVING SCHOOL today, and I hated to brush her off, since she is actually one of the few truly good people in this life, even if she is a bit naive and clueless about some things, like boys, but it seemed I had no choice.
“Sorry. Gotta run,” I told her.
“Is everything okay with you?” she asked, concern in her eyes.
I shrugged and dangled my car keys (my spare pair) as in, hint hint—gotta go now . “Sure, Kara, everything’s fine. Peachy keen.”
She frowned. “It doesn’t seem fine, Jordan. In fact, it seems like you’ve really been changing lately.”
I smiled like the phony I’m becoming and just shook my head. “Sorry you see it that way, Kara. But really, I’ve gotta go.”
“Well, I’m praying for you, Jordan,” she called out after me.
Sheesh, why not tell the whole world? But I couldn’t let her get to me right now. I had bigger fish to “frye,” like Shawna.
As it turned out, I didn’t have to do anything to get Shawna out of the picture for a couple of hours since the cheerleaders were having a special meeting after practice tonight. Ashley had told me their plan was to watch some clandestine videos that Ms. Brookes had just gotten through a friend. Now, talk about breaking the rules. Doesn’t it seem just a little unethical that Ms. Brookes had other cheerleading squads secretly videotaped so that we (well, not me since I am excluded while on probation) could study them and possibly increase our chances of taking home a Flair Fair trophy next month? But Ashley said there are no “rules” against such behaviors and that “everybody does it.” So who am I to understand such things, being such a social disgrace and all?
But at least their little spy flick would buy me some precious time to attempt, and hopefully carry out, my plan. First of all, I went home for a bit, just to do a little primping. Then I drove back to the parking lot by the gym, where, according to my calculations, Ms. Brookes’ film fair would be just starting. More important, Timothy’s basketball practice would just be ending, and the boys would be heading for the showers.
I parked near, but not right next to, a certain red Mustang and then, covertly removing an ice pick from my purse just like I was starring in the latest 007 movie, I punctured a tire. Not on the Mustang—good grief, that would be too obvious and might actually get me into serious trouble. And not on Shawna’s car either—that plan would surely backfire.
No, I punctured the tire on my very own car and watched in satisfaction as it hissed its way flat. Then, as if to make my cause even more pitiful, it actually started to rain. Maybe God had decided to take my side for a change. To add to the perfect timing, as I stood there getting soggy and just shaking my head in the most dismal fashion, I heard voices coming up from behind me—guy voices, including what I felt certain must be Timothy’s.
I knelt down as if to examine my pancake tire,
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