Chapter Eight
Tera
Igot detention. Every day for two weeks. Mr. and Mrs. Martinez lectured me and I hated seeing the disappointment in their eyes, but they just didn't understand. I did what I needed to do and I'd do it again. Since then, there were no whispers, sneers, or catty looks.
We're a month into our junior year, and people are still talking about it. Xander says I'm a legend. I say I'm just me.
"Xander, there's mail for you on the table," Mrs. Martinez calls out as we all walk into the kitchen after school. It's our routine. We grab a snack, the guys practice, and I paint.
"Mail for moi?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes. "Weirdo."
"Yourweirdo." He winks and kisses me quickly on the lips.
"Don't you forget it," I reply.
He opens the envelope and starts reading the letter.
"No way!" he shouts.
"What is it?" I ask.
"No fucking way!" he yells.
Mrs. Martinez scolds him.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. M, but I need to say it again. Holy fucking shit!"
"What the hell is going on?" Jesse asks.
"We got on that show! This letter is an official invite to participate," Xander says, his excitement palpable.
Jesse reads the letter. "Holy shit." He grins wider.
"Oh my God! This is crazy fantastic!" I screech when I read the letter for myself.
Kennedy frowns. "There might be a problem."
Everyone quiets down.
"What?" Jesse asks.
"We're minors. We need parental permission." He meets Jesse's gaze, then Ben's. "Your parents going to allow you to do this?"
"Damn it!" Ben shouts. "You know how they are, Jesse. They'll say no just to ruin shit for us. How can we get around this?"
Jesse shakes his head. "I'm not sure yet. Give me a little time to figure it out."
Ben nods. "They better not fuck this up for us."
"Benjamin," Mrs. Martinez scolds.
"Sorry, Mrs. M. This is just…" he trails off.
She smiles at him softly. "It will all work out. I am sure of it."
I really hope she's right.
