Maybe High School Isn’t So Bad
The Boy Likes The Girl Chapter 5
I tried to finish my Bio homework as I waited for the pizza guy. They said twenty minutes. I’m pretty sure it’s been twenty minutes.
I drummed my figures against the kitchen table as I stared at the door.
Where are you Pizza Boy!
I rolled my eyes and reread the problem. I wrote down the answer and closed my text and note book. I pulled out my math stuff as the door bell rang.
My heart skipped a beat and I hurried over to the door. I checked my hair and grabbed my money.
I opened the door and there he was.
“Twenty six thirty,” he said.
“Here you go, you can keep the change,” I said smiling.
“Thanks,” he said smiling back.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Ayden,” he said walking off.
I smiled and closed the door.
That was our first real conversation.
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“Morning,” I muttered to my mom. She was dressed for work and sipping her coffee.
“Have some oatmeal,” she said pointing to the bowl in front of her.
“No thanks.”
“I said have some damn oatmeal”.
I sighed and sat down in front of her.
“I already dressed it for you.”
“Thanks,” I said taking a spoonful.
“I will be out late so I want you to behave and lock up the house.”
“What else is new?” I muttered.
“Tessa should be home, but she beats to her own drum.”
“I know…” I said.
“I have to go, love you”.
“Yeah…” I said as she left the kitchen. She called to Tessa before she left.
Moments later Tessa came down stairs. “Ready?”
I put my bowl in the sink before joining her.
She dropped me off two blocks away since it was getting colder and I walked the rest.
Once in school I met up with Miles and we walked to our lockers.
“Hey!” Everett said hurrying over to us
“What up?” Miles asked.
“Nothing, but I saw Pizza guy,” she said nudging me.
I smiled. “His name is Ayden.”
“Did you talk to him?”
“Kind of…” I told them what happened and Everett called it an improvement.
At this point Miles left us for his male friends and Everett and I headed to our lockers.
“So, how are you going to talk to him?”
“What?”
“I mean, it’s so obvious that you like him. Get his number or something.”
“How do I do that?”
“Flirting…” she said fluffing her ponytail.
“How do I do that? Thanks for the pizza…stud” I said batting my eyelashes.
“No! When you see him at lunch, strike up a conversation!”
“How!”
“Oh honey, you need some work,” Everett took my hand and led me somewhere.
I drummed my figures against the kitchen table as I stared at the door.
Where are you Pizza Boy!
I rolled my eyes and reread the problem. I wrote down the answer and closed my text and note book. I pulled out my math stuff as the door bell rang.
My heart skipped a beat and I hurried over to the door. I checked my hair and grabbed my money.
I opened the door and there he was.
“Twenty six thirty,” he said.
“Here you go, you can keep the change,” I said smiling.
“Thanks,” he said smiling back.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Ayden,” he said walking off.
I smiled and closed the door.
That was our first real conversation.
**********
“Morning,” I muttered to my mom. She was dressed for work and sipping her coffee.
“Have some oatmeal,” she said pointing to the bowl in front of her.
“No thanks.”
“I said have some damn oatmeal”.
I sighed and sat down in front of her.
“I already dressed it for you.”
“Thanks,” I said taking a spoonful.
“I will be out late so I want you to behave and lock up the house.”
“What else is new?” I muttered.
“Tessa should be home, but she beats to her own drum.”
“I know…” I said.
“I have to go, love you”.
“Yeah…” I said as she left the kitchen. She called to Tessa before she left.
Moments later Tessa came down stairs. “Ready?”
I put my bowl in the sink before joining her.
She dropped me off two blocks away since it was getting colder and I walked the rest.
Once in school I met up with Miles and we walked to our lockers.
“Hey!” Everett said hurrying over to us
“What up?” Miles asked.
“Nothing, but I saw Pizza guy,” she said nudging me.
I smiled. “His name is Ayden.”
“Did you talk to him?”
“Kind of…” I told them what happened and Everett called it an improvement.
At this point Miles left us for his male friends and Everett and I headed to our lockers.
“So, how are you going to talk to him?”
“What?”
“I mean, it’s so obvious that you like him. Get his number or something.”
“How do I do that?”
“Flirting…” she said fluffing her ponytail.
“How do I do that? Thanks for the pizza…stud” I said batting my eyelashes.
“No! When you see him at lunch, strike up a conversation!”
“How!”
“Oh honey, you need some work,” Everett took my hand and led me somewhere.