These Foolish Things

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Melody Chasers is not what you'd call 'popular'. Her friend, however, is able to join without hesitating. She perfect for Melody's arch enemies' group. Melody deals with nerves of school, the pressures, and not the mention boys. The Dance is at the end of the week, so what will Melody do to get a date? How far will she go to get the hottest guy in school?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - These Foolish Things

Submitted: August 31, 2007

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These Foolish Things

By: StormySkies139

 

This novel is dedicated to Amelia, Heather, Kit, Tiffany and Josh, who all contributed to these characters in one way or another.  When life hands you lemons, run for help.

 

Chapter One

Over Pancakes

 

 

Ever heard the expression, "When life gives you lemons, made lemonade"? Well, that expression is 100% rubbish.  You should be able to make the best or worse out of any situation no matter what is given to you.  I feel that I could only get a date to the upcoming dance, I'd be set for life.  If only, right?  Well, I was determined more than anything to get a decent date.  Like hell I was going to go with Henry Sanderson, who was the school nerd.  It would be ideal of course if I could get a date with the most popular guy in the school, Logan Sumner.  Now that would be heaven itself.  Of course, can I or did I get a date with Mr. Perfect?  Of course not!  Why would I, the smart girl you copy off of in Algebra, the person you would simply mutter an apology to when you knocked down their books and not bother helping to pick them up, and the girl who can't drag out one sentence in front of a moderately good-looking guy?  Yeah, that's what I thought...in other words, I've got absolutely no chance whatsoever.

This upcoming dance-otherwise known as, The Dance-was all over school.  Guys were asking girls left, right, and center.  Well, most were at least.  No one had asked me yet...well, like that surprised me.  I wasn't expecting an invitation and I wasn't even considering to get my hopes up by telling myself that I still have a chance because Logan Sumner hasn't got a date yet.

When The Dance comes around, you know that all the girls in the school go gaga, right?  Yeah, well, head of them all, Mrs. Sumner-to-be is Penny Greenstein...the girl.  She was "perfect"-this has to be an extremely flexible term in order to fit Penny in my opinion-but she had every single guy at her feet in one command.  She ruled the school.  She was skinny and tanned, blonde and stupid-not that all blondes are stupid-pretty and snobby.  All in all, a total, Logan Sumner-crazed, royal, bitch.  In short.

That was my competition but then again, who said I was entering the ring at all.  I was not going to get myself humiliated in front of the entire school over some guy.  Maybe some of the nerds would do that but I certainly would not.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am a brave person...within reason, of course.  If I can stop a fifty mile an hour pitch with just a chest protector on, I can take anything-except humiliation.  I would do anything for a friend...and it is only then do I let myself get humiliated.  Only for a friend.  But emotionally, I can be weak.  Plain and simple...so now you know. 

One thing that I noticed wrong on the Tuesday morning before The Dance, was that my mother wasn't home.  Instead of her homey figure standing over the stove cursing fluently under her breath because the stupid oven wouldn't work, I found a scribbled note laid on top of a small stack of cold pancakes that read:

 

Melody dear, I'm sorry that I had to leave this morning but I'll be back by the time you get home from school.  I went out to see Hanna.  Go ahead and heat these in that cursed microwave and have a good day at school.

Love,

Your mom

 

So I was to use that "cursed" microwave.  Oh well, I didn't mind in the slightest.  I stuck them in the black, technology-packed box and set the timer for twenty seconds.  While that cooked, I grabbed the syrup from the refrigerator, the butter, and poured myself some orange juice.  I know, fast right?  I had this technique down after acting like a maid for the several years my older sister was home.  Now that was a waitress's dream.

Ding!

The microwave trilled impatiently as I put down my glass of orange juice.  As I pulled open the door and pulled out the pancakes, I checked the time: 6:20.  Oh, that was plenty of time.  I could walk to school from my house so I was fine. 

As I set down the pancakes and grabbed a fork, the front door rang.  I knew immediately who it was. 

"COME IN!" I yelled, sitting down.

I heard the front door open then slam shut.  A second later my best friend Amber came strolling into the room, fashionably late as usual.  Amber had long, blond hair that fell in a cascade down her back.  Her appearance was much kinder than that of Penny's but Amber was pretty enough to fit easily into Penny's tightly knit group.

"Melody, for God's sake, who eats pancakes for breakfast anymore?" She said, sitting down across from me and sitting her purse on the table.

"It beats your alternative of nothing." I said, spearing a sliced section of pancake and dousing it in rich, gooey syrup.  Shear heaven. I "hmm-ed" and wagged my eyebrows at Amber, who rolled her eyes.  I pushed my plate towards her suggestively.  "Want some?"

Amber stared at the plate then sighed, shrugged, and went to get a fork.  I smiled as she sat back down and cut a piece for herself.  "Why," she said through a mouthful of buttery pancakes.  "Do I give into you so easily?"

"Because you love me and can't live without me!" I said, taking another bite.

"Highly doubt that," Amber said.  "God, I need orange juice."

She got up and got herself some.  That was the really cool thing about Amber.  She may have a slight attitude-okay, big attitude-but she was polite when over at another person's house even if my mother wasn't home.  She volunteered to help with the dishes after having dinner with us and even offered to help my dad with his gardening once or twice.  She really was a friend and was excellent about getting out of tight situations.

"You know, I was thinking about asking Logan Sumner to the dance today." Amber said as she sat down with a glass full to the brim with orange juice.

I didn't take any notice of Amber's statement.  She didn't this every time an opportunity showed itself to get with Logan.  But he always turned her down, very politely Amber always told me.  Amber was not afraid to waltz straight up to Logan, strike conversation and ask him flat out after a few minutes.  I, however, would have stayed back in the first place.

"How about you, Mel?" Amber asked casually but with a glint in her eye.  "Are you going to ask a special someone out to the dance?"

"There isn't anyone I want to go with." I said with a shrug.  I knew full well that it was impossible for me to lie flat out to Amber, but I didn't want to admit that I had had my eye set on Logan for a while now...since freshman year in fact.

"Oh, come on, Melody!" Amber said with a strained expression.  "You look so perfect with Logan!"

I rolled my eyes.  "No, you look good with Logan." I said, finishing my orange juice in one long gulp.  "I would look better with the water boy than Logan Sumner."

Amber sighed.  "You're being utterly ridiculous about this whole thing."

"No, I'm being practical." I said, taking the empty plate and glasses to the sink and washing them before placing them in the dishwasher.  "I have absolutely no chance with Logan so why even bother?"

Amber said nothing to this but instead grabbed her purse and stood up in a determined way.  I went out into the hall to get my backpack, brush my teeth, and pull a comb through my curly, black, slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length hair.  I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror for a second before joining Amber at the front door.

"Finally ready?" Amber said in a mock impatient voice.

"Let's rock and roll." I said.

 

 

Algebra, History and Biology were probably the three most boring subjects ever devised my humans.  I could make a whole list of things I would rather be doing.  I mean, imagine what you could do for an hour and a half besides sit in an overly heated classroom and listen to your overly power-crazed teacher.  At least that there was some kind of relief during the day-this was beside the fact that I have every single class with Logan Sumner-Music class was my kind of thing.  I played the piano and was damn good if I do say so myself.  What disappointed and relieved me at the same time was that Logan was not in this class. 

As Amber and I stood in the lunch line waiting to get out regular meal of pizza (too doughy), apple juice (too sour), broccoli (a little too mushy for my taste) and a doughnut (it would be all right if it didn't look like plastic), I talked to her about a piece I had to perform in front of the class this afternoon.  I had to perform Fur Elise, which wasn't a difficult piece to do if it hadn't been for my nerves. 

"I mean, God!" I said, receiving weird looks from the lunch ladies.  "Why can't I stay still while performing?"

"Melody!" Amber exclaimed getting more dirty looks.  "Why the hell do you think your mom named you ‘Melody'?  Because you're an excellent pianist, that's why.  So, forget about all of the ten people who are going to be watching you and play like you do in front of me or your mom."

I sighed.  "Easy for you to talk." I muttered, sticking out my tray to receive my serving of broccoli.  Was this stuff supposed to be healthy?

We paid the grumpy looking lunch lady who was still staring at us for our outburst, and headed over to the table where we usually sit.  It was over by the large windows where we could see the track field and a few of the mobile units.  Sunlight was pouring on the table, making the plastic covered iron seats hot and unbearable to sit on.  We pulled out our jackets and put us and the table and finally sat down.  I was still nervous about what would happen right after lunch.

"Melody, for God's sake, calm down!" Amber snapped, starting to get seriously annoyed with my nervous attitude.  "You are being utterly ridiculous about this whole thing!  Just play like you usually do and everything will be all right, okay?"

"Sure, why not?" I said, thoroughly unconvinced.

We started eating and I started to feel better.  I chatted with Amber about homework, our teachers, and a few guys we thought were hot, until Amber got a distant look in her eyes.  She was looking past me towards the other side of the cafeteria.  I stole a glance behind me and saw, to my delight and horror, Logan Sumner taking a seat at a table that included-my heart jolted-Penny Greenstein.

"I think the ego-meter just went crazy," I muttered.  It was definitely true.  Penny was so full of herself that it was impossible to know exactly why so many boys could put up with her.  Of course, most-okay, pretty much all-of the boys in question were interested in her body.  I had no idea what Logan was like because I had never had a conversation with him before.  He seemed like a decent enough guy.  Lord knows he was drop dead gorgeous: 98% of the girl population will fall for any guy with honey blond hair, blue eyes, and a sexy body.  Well, Logan had this description...in spades.  Need I say more?

"Oh, my God." Amber breathed. 

She did this every single time she saw Logan.  But it wasn't only that.  She had also noticed that he was sitting with Penny.  I turned back to her saying, "Oh well."

"'Oh well'?" Amber said hysterically.  Her expression settled into that of a very determined person.  She had that fire back in her eyes.  She smiled and got up, walking over to the table where Logan was sitting.  I followed her with my eyes, barely daring to breathe.  She said something to the group and the three boys smiled while the three girls scowled.  Well, who cares about that?  Amber was sitting down next to Logan, folding her arms on the table and starting to talk to him.

My mouth dropped open.  No, I didn't care about her simply leaving me here, but she was actually talking to Logan again, who was smiling at her.  I couldn't believe this.  Personally, I wished her luck.  I smiled for my friend and turned back to my lunch but I was no longer sitting alone.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was an extremely handsome boy.  He had dark brown hair that was over grown and crystal blue eyes that shone like...well, crystals!  What was more, I knew exactly who he was: Derek Kipling.  He was Logan Sumner's best friend and just as popular as Logan.

My first question was what the hell this really good looking guy was doing sitting at my table.  My mind strained rather painfully-mainly under embarrassment that I hadn't answered him yet.  "Sure," I said finally.

"Cool." Derek said, folding his arms on the table just like Amber had done over at Logan's table.  "So, I don't know your name."

The cafeteria felt very hot as I put my shaking hands in my lap.  "Melody...Melody Chasers." I said finally.  I was sure he was going to laugh at my stupid last name but he smiled.

"You most likely already know my name." He said.

I knew that it wasn't meant to be cheeky or cocky.  I smiled in spite of myself.  "Who doesn't?" I said more to myself than to Derek.

He laughed.  "Yeah well, you're in Mrs. Hart's music class aren't you?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?" I said.  I started to relax even though I repeatedly told myself that he was probably going to forget me that moment he left this table.  I didn't put it past him that was for sure.

"I was told to deliver a message to a Melody Chasers-you-and tell you that instead of performing in front of the class, Ms. Hart has arranged for you and a few other students to perform in front of the school at three o'clock." He said.

My heart stopped.  I sat there completely frozen with shock.  He had really not said that.  There was no way in hell that I was going to perform in front of the entire school!  It was social suicide!  This wasn't happening to me.  Please, God I'm begging you, let this be a dream.  It certainly felt like one of my dreams/nightmares to me.

"Nervous, eh?" Derek said, bringing me back to reality.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.  I leaned forward a little, groaning and said quietly, "You have no idea."
 


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