It was Friday, which meant the cafeteria reeked of fish sticks. There were a hundred of us, starving, cranky, and lined up like cons in a prison. Such is high school. Standing in that sweaty mob, I was trying to focus on what April was saying. But God, she made it hard sometimes.
“... And don’t forget, you still need to book the limo, find a crimson pocket square and necktie — NOT a bowtie, Logan — and order my calla lily corsage.”
Next, she’s gonna remind me to wear matching socks.
Sometimes I fantasized about breaking up with her, but I knew that would be social suicide. Rule number one at Dalton High: don’t piss off the Queen Bee.
Aaron made sure there was no food stuck in his teeth and flattened his hair. Again.
"Would you stop that?" Nate punched Aaron's shoulder.
Aaron shoved his hands in his pockets and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Another block to go. He had seen these cookie-cutter houses with their carports, barbecues, and well-trimmed lawns a thousand times. His house was only five minutes away and looked just like them. But that night, he knew he was in a whole different world.
The street was quiet, unlike his racing mind. Sweat was pooling under his arms, and he made a mental note to keep his Beatles hoodie on all night. He didn't know much about impressing Tess Jacobs, but he knew that giant pit stains wouldn't help.
"Seriously dude, you look like you're about to puke. We're going to a party, not Principal Mackie's office," Nate said.
"This isn't just any party. Tess is going to be there." Aaron's voice was higher pitched than usual. "What am I supposed to say to her?"
"Talk about her band. Haven't you been to every one of their gigs?"
"If she finds out I've been sneaking in and hiding at the back to watch her, she'll think I'm a stalker."
Tess was the lead singer in a girl's rock band called Minor Blaze. The group was still working some things out -- like how to play the right notes and sing on key -- but God, Tess looked amazing up on stage.
"You are a stalker, dumbass. You've been staring at her from a distance for the last six months, not to mention talking my ear off about her. Trust me, it's time to make your move."