"Flower. Flower. Flower!" Yelled Naomi, poking me hard in the arm.
"That hurt, you know," I rubbed my arm with my hand, glaring at Naomi. "What do you want anyway."
"I have some news!" Beverley beamed as she ran up to us. "You will not believe how much you will love this, Flower!" She got out an envelope, passing it to me. I recognized the style of writing, but I just didn't know where from.
"Oh. My. God. Hurry, open it! I want to see what he said!" Naomi blurted out.
"Great job, dur-brain!" Beverley snapped, hitting Naomi lightly on the head. "But yeah, open it!"
Carefully, I slid mythumb under the sticky bit, and took out the paper.
Flower, I read. I would like to ask you to the dance on Saturday. I hope that you want to come. Write yes or no here: and return this to me as soon as possible. I hope you say yes.
I looked up to see Chance staring at me. I passed the letter back to Beverly and walked over to Chance. "Of course I will Chance." I smiled.
"Good. I'll pick you up!" He replied. "Half six."
"But it doesn't take half an hour to drive to school."
"I don't have a car." He confessed. I must have given him a look of concern, because he immediately panicked. "That isn't a problem, is it?"
"No, no. It's anything but a problem." I lied. I may as well have been saying I love going on walks in the cold, dark and probably wet. "See you there."
"Sure." He smiled. "Bye." I walked away feeling like I was about to burst with joy.
"He asked me to the dance!" I screamed, hugging Beverley and Naomi.
"He put love in the letter, too!" Naomi pointed out. I placed my hands on my hips, annoyed at them.
"I thought we agreed that we weren't going to tell her!" Beverley sighed, rolling her eyes at her.
"Ooooooh. Oops!" Naomi smiled nervously, twirling a strand of her hair around her index finger. It was her nervous habit.
A bell rung and we all hurried to class. All through English I stared at the back of Chance's head, wishing that the dance was sooner.
"I'm home." I called when I came in from school. The flat was oddly silent. I unpacked my bag ad did my homework, like I did every day. It was a Friday, and I remembered that Mum wouldn't be home yet. I was glad. I was lying on my bed when the door rang. Jumping up, I hoped it wasn't Mum, not yet. "Coming!" I yelled. Swinging the door open I was astounded who was there. "Chance! How do you know where I live?" "Beverly told me which street. I just came and knocked on loads of doors till someone could tell me where you live." He shrugged it off as if it were no big deal.
"That's amazing! Why did you come?" I asked him.
"I, I...I'm not really sure." He admitted tensely. I saw a car drive up and park on the road above.Our flatwas the bottomone. "You have to go, Chance! My Mum's here. I'm so sorry,"I scribbledmy number on a piece of paper andtold him, "Don't come to the door, justtext me that your outside. If anyone asks say you were next door. Bye." Ipushed him away, closing the door behind him.
"Who was that?" My Mum stormed.
"Who was who?" I replied innocently enough. She gave me a defiant stare.
"Never mind. I can't be bothered to cook, so get a bag of crisps, or somethin' like that." She told me lazily.
"Don't worry. I don't want anything. I'm going to my room." I closed the lounge door over and a tear rolled down my cheek. My mother cared for anything but me. That should be the other way around. She should want to give anything for my health, safety and even my love.
"What?" I cried into the phone. "He isn't coming!" I couldn't believe that I had been cheated. Chance seemed so down to earth, so nice. He didn't seem the type to hurt feelings. I was devastated. "I'm so sorry." Beverley comforted.
"I'm not going, Bev. I am not going to dance." I announced.
"What? You have to go!" Beverley argued.
"I'll be so embarrassed, though. Beverley, please understand.
"Okay, I'll tell the school." Beverley gave in.
"Beverley," I said.
"Thanks, for everything I mean. For being a great friend."
"That's fine, don't worry about it. I have to go. See you Monday."
"Bye." I said, even though she had gone.I placedmy phone on the side table. "Chance." I whispered, closing my eyes to avoid the brimming tears spilling down my cheeks. It was just a dare.
*TO BE CONTINUED*