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Chapter Twenty-Two: Just Eighteen

October 2nd

     So my mother and I talked a bit today and I guess my punishment is probably over because she told me to go to Desiree's house if I wanted to.

     I didn't want to, so I just went out to McDonald and bought a burger instead. Yep, boring day, but at least I actually went out.

October 3rd

     It's school again. I handed in my assignments. Things are normal. Drew isn't talking to me (or glancing at me). And ninth graders won't stop talking about the dance. I'm slightly jealous.

October 4th

     Ugh! I had so much homework today! I had so much homework, I didn't even get more than an hour to practice my instruments! And I have ANOTHER project due by the end of this week! It's only October!

October 5th

     I want to bash my head against the wall. Repeatedly.

     One: I have way too much homework. I'm only half done my project. Which sucks. I'm stressing out over that.

     Two: Drew talked to me today. I don't want to sound like an airhead, but I probably already do. But he talked to me and I almost yelled at him for calling Ari a dumb blonde. Arianna wasn't that stressed over that, but she appreciated it. Still a huge overreaction, though. It's so embarrassing once I think about it. Ugh!

October 6th

     It's Thursday. Drew didn't avoid me today. He came up and apologized for being a jerk. I accepted his apology. I mean, I didn't want to be rude and all. He smiled at me which made me feel weird inside. Then I felt slightly guilty about Peter for that feeling.

     Boy problems suck. Do I have a crush on Drew? Maybe.

October 7th

     I finished my project late last night and I turned it in today. It turns out—most of my classmates hadn't finished the project and it was extended until Monday.

     I felt like killing someone right there.

     I'm still mad. Just cold and icy fury. Gr....

October 8th

     Since I'd spent a huge part of my time working on the project earlier, I had nothing to do during the weekend. Basically I did the same as I did any normal weekend. Nothing.

October 9th

     I got a phone call today.

     I got a phone call today...

     From who? From DREW.

     I was just lying on my bed and trying to fall asleep in the afternoon and my phone started to ring. I thought it was one of my friends, so I picked up without even looking at the caller's ID.

     “You better have a good reason for calling,” I said immediately.

     “Um, no,” a male's voice answered. Definitely not Peter, Con, or Tomas. Or Andrew. I knew who it was immediately though. Because my heart went racing.

     “D-drew?”

     “That's me,” Drew said, “I was just calling because...I wanted to talk to you.”