Frist Dance (Crishtofer Drew Ingle Love Story)

Chapter Six: Hell to Pay

I decided to try the PB&J thing again. Dad wasn't home yet, so he wouldn't be

able to make me lose it. Trippin' me, makin' me drop sandwhiches. Sandwhiches I

put my heart and soul into. I dropped my school bag off by the door and headed into

the kitchen.

My necklace was right where it should be- on my neck. Thea and I were friends

again. Everything was all good.

THE END

Ha, yeah right. I wish.

That night, I lay in bed thinking over my day.

"No more sleeping in French. They don't like that," I whispered to myself. "And don't

eat the school meatloaf. When you do eat the school meatloaf, put a lot of ketchup

on it." I started talking myself to sleep with all of the 'don'ts". I looked at my clock.

Eleven o'clock. I wasn't usually up at this time of night. My day was so abnormally

good, that I couldn't fall asleep. Usually when I have good days, it's because

something terrible's gonna happen.

I closed my eyes a little and started to does off.

RING. RING. RING. RINNNNNNG. RING.

I jumped out of my good dream. My phone was ringing on the highest setting and

was vibrating my pillow.

Who could be calling me this time of night? I thought to myself. Oh, when I find out

who this is, they're going to wish they never--

It was Christofer. I covered my mouth and forgot all about cussing people out.

"Hello?" I said, trying to sound like I was already awake.

"Uh...hi. Kayleigh?" He asked. I looked at my clock to see what time it was.

WHAT THE HELL? It was already six in the morning. It had felt like I was asleep for a

few minutes.

"Uh, yeah." I answered back, slapping my face. I couldn't believe that I passed out

like that.

"Oh. It's Christofer. From the banquet. Thea's..." he trailed off and waited for me to

remember.

"Oh!" I said acting surprised. "I, uh, wasn't expecting your call." Sexy voice through

the phone doesn't work when you just wake up.

There was an awkward silence, which was broken when he said, "Thea told me to

call you and wake you up. Something about you being late all the time. I don't know

why she asked me to do it, though." I could tell he was trying to sound like he didn't

care.

I don't know. Maybe. I don't read boys; I read novels.

"Oh cool," I said matching his tone. "Well, thanks." What do you say after that? No

seriously. What was I supposed to say? I did the smart thing, and hung up.

See, kids, when you get to be my age, you start to not care. I remember once there

being a......

Now how big of a lie would that be? I cared. Alot actually. I tossed the phone aside and flattened out on my bed.

"Oh, so this is how the days gonna go," I mummbled.