by Sheri Duff
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The homecoming game is against Northridge. I want to see that stupid Colby Jones gets his ass handed to him. But I’m not going. I can’t. I walk out of seventh period claiming the stomach flu. I wore a lighter shade of foundation to school and acted sick when anyone asked if I was okay. I can’t witness the Jack and Sidney celebration following the game if we win. There’s a part of me that would also like to see Jack fall on his ass. I’m not sure who I hate more, Jack or Colby. At least Colby doesn’t pretend to be someone he isn’t.
I exit the building and Blake appears out of nowhere. “Hey, a little birdie told me you don’t have a date for homecoming. If you go with me, I’ll cancel my date.” He walks backwards as I head to my car.
Shoot me now. I hate my life. He’s such a jerk.
“Blake, I don’t feel good. I’m going home.” I keep walking.
“We don’t have to go to the game tonight. How ’bout I call you tomorrow? If you feel better, then we can go to the dance. Wear your dress from last year. You were real pretty in that dress.”
“What color was it?” I ask. He won’t remember. He’s an idiot. Like my dad.
“A sparkly blue one. Almost matched your eyes. But the dress doesn’t melt me like your eyes do.” Blake slides his finger down my cheek.
Dammit!