Mary Anne

Chapter Eight

Mary Anne's

"Hey, do you maybe... wanna go out this afternoon?"

Red, a guy with a big heart, a big body, and a big afro came up to me by my locker, asking if I wanted to go out, um, do I want to?

I mean he's super hot, don't get me wrong, but I think I'm just not ready yet.

"I don't know Red..."

"It won't be a date, it'll just be the two of us, together... eating cotton candy." He smiles big with his tone filled with joy, I can see the little gap between his teeth.

"Shoot, sorry I just remembered, I'm going to Madison's this afternoon." An excuse there she goes. But I have my own excuse, but is it an excuse, or is it just this little puzzle in me that I can't riddle out?

"Oh too bad, maybe some other time?"

"Sure, why not?" Plenty of nots. God, I hate that there's so much negativity in me.

"Cool, later..." The bashfulness is evident. What a charming guy though.

"G'bye Red!" I said in a sheriff's accent. What is wrong with me?

He held up an okay sign then struts off.

Damn, a charming, kind and hot guy just asked me out and I simply refused. I really feel like I need therapy.

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Alan's

"Why's people waiting in line there?" Jet asked me in the field, sitting on one of the benches beside me.

"Kissing booth. Julian." I said simply whilst looking at Madison who's making out with Julian in the kissing booth.

"Why would they want to spend their money on such an asshole?"

"I don't know man, it's like he has a magnetic power that can take over the whole population of girls in this school." I shift my eyes over someone else.

"Please don't start talking about Magneto," Jet pleads, yeah, I talk about X-Men too much, it's a guilty pleasure.

"Not this time, too focused."

"Wow, I'm surprised Al, for the first time you gave away X-Men because of some girl. Maybe she's magneto." Jet snickered. "Shit, am I the X-Men geek?"

I'm looking at her, her eyes are on the kissing booth too, with her face being disgusted as ever. Ha, I like that look.

Now, It seems like she's searching for something...or someone. Her eyes landed on mine. Oh shit, she's coming this way.

"Jet, act cool!"

"I'm not even doing anything," he waves his hands off.

"Alan, Jet." She smiles at the both of us.

"Hey Mary Anne." I fidget slightly on the bench.

"You don't always have to call me Mary Anne, you know." She sits besides Jet, he is now in the middle.

"The thing about him calling your name Mar, is that he loves it." Jet butts in, I think I feel my face heating up a little. Have I ever told you that... sometimes I hate this guy?

I looked away, too shy to see her expression.

I didn't argue with him because it's true though. I like calling her Mary Anne.

"He even has a carved wooden keychain that says Mary Anne, so he can remember you at all times." Mary Anne laughed at this.

"That one's a lie." I said pretending to be chill, looking at Mary Anne.

"Oh, so the first one isn't?" She smirked.

"Maybe." I shrugged, smirking back. Damn, what kind of confidence am I having?

Suddenly Jet asked Mary Anne, "You're not going to the kissing booth Mar?" Jet knew how much Mary Anne despised Julian, well damn everybody knew.

"I'd rather make out with an old hobo who has herpes." She states with her face straight. "And it doesn't help that he's a pervert."

"He tried to get with you?" I can't help but bring myself to ask her, God, if he did...

"He just made a comment about me that really makes me uncomfortable."

"Like what?" Jet is okay with asking people whatever he wants, even when the topic will make them uncomfortable, he's still going to ask it.

"He said that... my breasts... are big." She rolled her eyes, too embarrassed to say so.

Shit, that guy really can't do something right can he?

"Always disrespectful." Jet says, but taking glances at her chest. Can I put him into a closet or something?

She hit his head playfully, he winced. I laughed a little.

Then it got quiet again.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just exaggerating but I really do hate it when guys make rude comments like that."

"No, you're not exaggerating, he should have never said that out of the blue." I said not being all wise but this really is what my mind is saying.

"Thank you Alan," She smiles at me.

There goes the butterflies.