Dre
“So…” Kyle pulled a couple of yearbooks off the shelf and slapped them on the table. The sound could’ve raised the dead, “Let’s take a look at our options.”
“Guys,” I looked back and forth, “I really don’t have anyone to ask.”
“No problemo, chico. We’ve got the perfect girl for you!” Jake slipped open to a page and scanned all the faces, “Here she is! Kenzi Brockbank. Whoa, she is fine.”
I grabbed the book, almost ripping the page out, and found her. She was pretty cute. But she looked like a brat. No offense to her, but from what I’d heard, she wasn’t the nicest person ever.
“Um… you know, I think that’s a no,” I gulped.
“Dude, she’s hot, and she thinks you’re uber attractive. Perfect match. Period.” Kyle shut the book and looked up.
“Prom’s in a month,” Jake looked at me hopefully, “And she’s really not that bad. You’ll have an awesome picture of you and a hot babe at prom. Senior prom means a lot, man. Just do it.”
“I really don’t think I want to. Prom’s not that important to me anyway.”
Kyle glared at me, “You just don’t want to wear a tux. She’s totally expecting you to ask her.”
“Okay, yeah, I hate wearing tuxedos. But I really don’t know that she’s a good choice.” I wanted to tell them about the fact that I was liking Jess, but I knew I’d get flack for it.
“Of course she is. Like Kyle said, she’s waiting for you to ask. She watches your games. She’s totally into you. You’re lucky. I’ll take Kirsten, and Kyle can take Ami.”
“I…”
“Sounds like a plan!” Kyle interrupted, “We’ll ask them Friday at lunch. Right, Dre?”
“Well,”
Jake glared.
What was I even thinking? I was feeling guilty because I wasn’t taking Jess. But who said she even wanted to go with me? She probably didn’t. She was still mad at me.
"Guys, I really don't need to go."
Jake AND Kyle glared.
"Dude, if you don't go," Kyle threatened, "I'm telling your little sister you ditched 4th period today. You know what that means." Grr. Kyle had this thing with blackmail.
“Fine. I’ll go. With Kenzi.”
“Nice choice, man.” Kyle smiled triumphantly. I wanted to kill him.
“Yeah, great! We’re gonna have the time of our lives!” Jake slapped me on the back. Kyle fist bumped me. And then I drove home, feeling like an idiot the whole way.
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JESS
Teen FictionWhen pretty, shy latina, artist Jess doesn't get asked to senior prom by her crush, the sweet, charming, Dre, she is devastated. But what she doesn't know is that meddling friends have gotten in his way. Will she ever be brave enough to tell him how...
