Part 2 Slackers Are A Problem....

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n science class I’m partners with a guy named Dylan.

I hate Dylan.

He’s a TOTAL slacker and he is always loud in class.

“You coming to prom, Mel?” he asked me.

“I’m- I’m not sure.” I answered.

“Oh.”

“Why do you care, anyways?” By this point I was getting annoyed.

“I wanted to ask someone.”

Okay, what? Dylan LIKES me?

“YOU wanted to ask ME?”

“Yeah..... why are you so surprised?”

“I’m just- shocked.”

“Oh.”

“But, I guess I am going. If you want I can save a song to dance with you.”

He smiled.

I sat in my bed at home. I don’t know why but I was smiling.

I guess I kinda like Dylan.

All of a sudden, my mom burst into the room.

“What are you so happy about, sweetie?” she asked me.

“Oh! Nothing.”

“Hmmm.... Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay... If you want to talk to me about it, my door is always open.”

After that I went back to smiling.

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