“Don't you want mine?” She asks, holding out her palm. My silver Nokia almost weighs down her hand. She quietly hides her hands under her desk and types her number into my contacts. “There. Now you'll always have me too.”Those are words I will never forget.
ERRR!The loud chime from the clock signals the end of the third quarter.Only one more quarter until this game ends, and there are only about thirty more minutes until I get to see Andy.On the outside, I'm wearing my required cheesy cheerleader smile. On the inside, I'm jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas.
After each cheer routine, I can't help but take quick looks away from the crowd to the enormous clock on the wall.Come on, move faster.
“You're staring at the clock again…” Britt says between gritted teeth with her mouth in a wide plastic grin. “Another MySpace date?” She asks quietly enough so none of the other cheerleaderscan hear, but loud enough that I can hear it over our rustling pom poms and cheering fans.
“Not quite. He's meeting me outside after the game.”
“You mean, you're hanging out in person?”
“Yes… He's picking me up…”
“You're going to be alone with him?!”
“Shh… yes. Why is this such a big deal?”
“You just ended things with fuck face not that long ago. Are you sure you're ready for something new and with… him?”
“I know I'm not fully ready… but… I really like him.”
“I know. I care about you… I just don't want to see you getting hurt again.”
“I know….and I really appreciate it, Britt. But Andy… he isn't like that. He’s sweet, and he cares…”
“Yeah, that's nice, but how is he…”
“Well….he's pretty good at that too…”
“What the hell, Candi?! I was kidding! When?!”
“Umm, last night. I snuck him into my room when my parents were asleep. He told me he wanted to see me, so I asked him to come over…”
“... And he did?”
“He was over in less than ten minutes…”
“Damn. This guy loves you…”
“Love? I wouldn't go that far…”
“I would. He's obsessed with you.”
Me:
The game is over! Still want to see me?
I'm so jittery as I type the message; my hands are shaking with each key I push. I bite around my cuticle, and the light from my screen illuminates my face while I wait in the dimly lit girls’ locker room.
Your Andy:
Wassup Candi ;) Of course, I want to see you. I always do <3. Be there in five minutes.
Me:
Can't wait :)
My body vibrates in excitement as I stuff my cheer uniform into my satin baby blue duffel bag, as well as my brush, white and navy Nike low tops, and my clear peppermint lip gloss.
