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“That’s a terrible idea . B esides, there isn’t anyone that I want to ask.”
“You mean there’s no one that you aren’t too much of a coward to ask , ” challenged Casey .
“That’s not it at all!” Monson shot back angrily. “I’m not afraid to ask a girl to a dance. It’s just that there’s really no one I want to take.”
“So if I told you to ask someone , you’d do it? No fear of rejection , no hiding in the bathroom , you’d just walk right up to her and ask ? You know—no big deal. ” Casey was clearly skeptical .
“Of course . ” Monson folded his arms indignantly.
“ OK then . ” Casey glance d around their little circle . “ W hy don’t I pick someone and you ask her.”
“ Excuse me ?”
“No , listen to my plan . ” Casey cleared his throat . “You ask someone who is totally hot and super - popular, who will probably just say no. If she say s yes, then sweet , you’re good to go, but you’ll be expecting her to say no. Once she do es , you’ve set the bar so high that all these other girls will have to leave you alone , thinking that you’re ‘ that type ’ of guy. Furthermore , we ca n establish that you’re not full of crap. ”
Monson sat there , looking off into the distance , his eyes unfocused , and thought for a while. As stupid as it sound ed , there was a rather perverse logic to Casey’s suggestion. However, the whole idea of actually asking someone with the intention of getting rejected seemed painful, not to mention overtly idiotic. So what should he do?
A sharp poke to his midsection brought Monson back to reality.
“Monson! ” Artorius poked him again .
“Ouch, Arthur , that hurts . ” Monson scowled . “ W hat is it?”
Artorius pointed in the direction from which Monson had just turned . A group of girls he recognized from their year sat not far from their little group. All were looking his way , smiling and giggling behind their hands.
Monson gave a resigned wave of the hand . “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. OK. L et’s get this over with. W ho do I ask?”
“That’s a good question . ” Casey grinned deviously. “Let me ask you a question before we start , Grey.”
Monson cocked the eyebrow . “ W hat’s that , Case?”
“Are you sure there isn’t anyone who you want to ask?”
“No , not really .”
Casey shook his head and shrugged. “ OK then. N ow this girl has to be popular, and pretty, and not random . I t probably wouldn’t have the impact you’re looking for if you just asked some chick you didn ’ t even know . No, it has to be someone you ’ re familiar with, or at least someone you’ve talked to . I wonder WHO would have that kind of sticking power . ”
In the midst of Casey’s mock consideration, Monson knew he had made a big mistake. “Taris Green . ”
I should have seen that one coming , thought Monson , even as his jaw jerked open. “No way Casey, you’re on crack . T here is no way that I’m going…”
“I knew you were chicken,” Casey crowed with a triumphant smile on his face .
This was probably Casey’s plan from the beginning , but for what purpose , Monson did not know. He narrowed his eyes , letting all his discontent bore into Case y. He was stuck between a rock and a really hard place. He could either embarrass himself so thoroughly that he would have to hide for the remainder of high school or he could live with Cassi us Kay and the never-ending reminder s of his “big talk” for the rest of his life. Monson decided that the latter was a much greater evil.
“ OK , I’ll ask her . ”
“Oh , you gotta be kidding me ! ” shouted Indigo.
“What’s with you?” asked Casey , a knowing smile on his face . “ D oes that upset you , Indigo ? But why on earth would— ”
“Shut up , Cassius, ” she growled with forced calm. “Not that I care , but why should he go through the embarrassment of asking Taris when there are other girls who are
“That’s a terrible idea . B esides, there isn’t anyone that I want to ask.”
“You mean there’s no one that you aren’t too much of a coward to ask , ” challenged Casey .
“That’s not it at all!” Monson shot back angrily. “I’m not afraid to ask a girl to a dance. It’s just that there’s really no one I want to take.”
“So if I told you to ask someone , you’d do it? No fear of rejection , no hiding in the bathroom , you’d just walk right up to her and ask ? You know—no big deal. ” Casey was clearly skeptical .
“Of course . ” Monson folded his arms indignantly.
“ OK then . ” Casey glance d around their little circle . “ W hy don’t I pick someone and you ask her.”
“ Excuse me ?”
“No , listen to my plan . ” Casey cleared his throat . “You ask someone who is totally hot and super - popular, who will probably just say no. If she say s yes, then sweet , you’re good to go, but you’ll be expecting her to say no. Once she do es , you’ve set the bar so high that all these other girls will have to leave you alone , thinking that you’re ‘ that type ’ of guy. Furthermore , we ca n establish that you’re not full of crap. ”
Monson sat there , looking off into the distance , his eyes unfocused , and thought for a while. As stupid as it sound ed , there was a rather perverse logic to Casey’s suggestion. However, the whole idea of actually asking someone with the intention of getting rejected seemed painful, not to mention overtly idiotic. So what should he do?
A sharp poke to his midsection brought Monson back to reality.
“Monson! ” Artorius poked him again .
“Ouch, Arthur , that hurts . ” Monson scowled . “ W hat is it?”
Artorius pointed in the direction from which Monson had just turned . A group of girls he recognized from their year sat not far from their little group. All were looking his way , smiling and giggling behind their hands.
Monson gave a resigned wave of the hand . “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. OK. L et’s get this over with. W ho do I ask?”
“That’s a good question . ” Casey grinned deviously. “Let me ask you a question before we start , Grey.”
Monson cocked the eyebrow . “ W hat’s that , Case?”
“Are you sure there isn’t anyone who you want to ask?”
“No , not really .”
Casey shook his head and shrugged. “ OK then. N ow this girl has to be popular, and pretty, and not random . I t probably wouldn’t have the impact you’re looking for if you just asked some chick you didn ’ t even know . No, it has to be someone you ’ re familiar with, or at least someone you’ve talked to . I wonder WHO would have that kind of sticking power . ”
In the midst of Casey’s mock consideration, Monson knew he had made a big mistake. “Taris Green . ”
I should have seen that one coming , thought Monson , even as his jaw jerked open. “No way Casey, you’re on crack . T here is no way that I’m going…”
“I knew you were chicken,” Casey crowed with a triumphant smile on his face .
This was probably Casey’s plan from the beginning , but for what purpose , Monson did not know. He narrowed his eyes , letting all his discontent bore into Case y. He was stuck between a rock and a really hard place. He could either embarrass himself so thoroughly that he would have to hide for the remainder of high school or he could live with Cassi us Kay and the never-ending reminder s of his “big talk” for the rest of his life. Monson decided that the latter was a much greater evil.
“ OK , I’ll ask her . ”
“Oh , you gotta be kidding me ! ” shouted Indigo.
“What’s with you?” asked Casey , a knowing smile on his face . “ D oes that upset you , Indigo ? But why on earth would— ”
“Shut up , Cassius, ” she growled with forced calm. “Not that I care , but why should he go through the embarrassment of asking Taris when there are other girls who are
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