Read Online So Totally by Gwen Hayes - Free Book Online

you going to tell me about why you were kissing Nate Berliss before first period?”
    Oh good, another thing that hasn’t changed. Gossip spreads like the flu in 1986 too.
    “It was no big deal, Heather.”
    “Are you kidding me? You’ve been here for like two days and you’ve already vapor locked a junior. He isn’t who I’d have picked for you, by the way. I mean, he’s cute in his own way, but he hangs out with the seriously odd.”
    Hot. Hot. Hot. My face was on fire. “Really, it was just a kiss. I doubt he’ll want a rerun.”
    “Is he a good kisser?”
    Perfect. God and I seriously needed to have a talk about his sense of humor. I’m willing to bet that every time you discuss “kissing” with your mother, somewhere a puppy dies. “You’re embarrassing me.”
    She laughed at me. “You embarrass too easily.” She nudged my shoulder. “He must be pretty damn good, judging from your blush.”
    An atomic bomb would have been nice right then. Instead, Sissy came up for air and joined the convo. “Jennifer witnessed it. She said there was no tongue but lots of heat.”
    “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll see you guys later.” I jumped up and shot out of the cafeteria and across campus to the gym foyer. That bathroom better be empty .
    I burst through the door, checked for feet in the stalls, and thanked my lucky stars for a change. I grasped the sink and stared into my reflection chanting, “There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home.”
    The bell rang.
    “Come on ,” I begged. “Please. I’ll be good. No more keg parties. I’ll get better grades. I’ll…I’ll watch Steel Magnolias with Mom however many times she want to see it. Please, come take me now. I really don’t want to go to PE.”

    So, it didn’t work. I attempted to force a time travel between periods for the rest of the day, but the big shift never occurred. However, I did gain a reputation as “that new girl with the weak bladder.”
    After last bell and one more Hail Mary in the washroom, I wandered across campus to the library. Most everything about the school was the same as I remembered it. Even the artwork in the library. Which meant that either they picked out high-quality goods when they decorated the school, or the district was too cheap to spring for new. Either way, I flip-flopped between being comforted by the sameness or being heebie-jeebied by it. You try déjà-vuing all day and see how you feel. I kept going to the wrong class and mixing my schedule up with my old one. And don’t get me started on my locker combination.
    Paul and Kevin were already at a table with a mountain of books between them. I curled my lip and schlepped over—my day just didn’t know when to stop getting better and better. A mountain of research didn’t sound nearly as good a megadose of caffeine at the arcade—where everybody else was going without me.
    Kevin stood up and pulled out the chair next to him for me. “Say, is your dad a mechanic?”
    “No.”
    “Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?”
    Without a word, or even looking up, Paul handed me the ruler he’d been using to graph with, and I smacked Kevin with it before handing it back to Paul.
    “Ouch. Sorry! I’m practicing.”
    I sat in the offered chair. “Kevin, those lines don’t work on any girl in any decade. Just be yourself.” I took a good look at Paul. “Where’s your headgear?”
    He shrugged. “I can’t think with it on.”
    Okay, then. “So, what is going on with the paradox?”
    “We should wait for Nate.”
    “Oh? I wasn’t sure he was joining us.” Gulp. With as much time as I’d spent in front of the mirror that day, you would think I’d have been more confident about my hair. I was getting good with that crimper. I wondered if I had enough time to go check it again.
    “Hey guys.” Nate joined us, pulling a chair from end of the table and sitting on it backward.
    I nibbled on my lower lip while I worked on the