Ch.16
A week passed by and I’m really tight with Aria, Alex, Delaney and Devin now. Patrick, being the overprotective guy, told Pete, and now Pete’s mad at me. I had to explain to him it was a hug, just a hug, nothing but a hug. Our argument went down like this:
*flashback- night after I came home from school*
“Petey Pie, it was just a hug!” I yelled, exasperated.
“With a boy! You hugged a boy!” Pete yelled.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “What’s your point? So I hugged a boy, big deal. Why do you care?” I asked. “You’re too young to be getting involved with boys! You’re only fourteen!” he shouted back. I groaned. ‘Leave it to Patrick to rat me out,’ I thought.
“You make it sound like I’m going to run away with this guy, which I’m not,” I said. “You’re overreacting over nothing.”
I walked out of the living room and came into the kitchen, where Phoenix and Hemingway were playing. Phoenix ran over to me and jumped on my leg. She was starting to get big. Pete walked in and touched my shoulder. “Sam, look at me,” he said. I sighed and turned to him. “I overreact because I I don’t want you to get hurt because of some guy. It’s my job to project you as your uncle. You know I love you, right?”
“Right,” I said, smiling. “But I’m not a baby.”
“I know, but you’re just precious to us, Panda,” he said. I smiled and hugged him. “And I love you, too, Petey Pie,” I said.
“Because I’m your favorite right?” he asked.
“I’m done,” I said, letting him go, and walking off.
*end flashback*
Meagan and Marie practically squealed from excitement when they found out about Devin. Which ended up in an hour discussion about him. Anywho, it was Tuesday, and I was at my locker with Aria and Alex. “I’m so tired,” Alex complained. “I don’t think I can last in that class any longer
“You speak the language. Why are you even taking the class?” I asked, taking my Spanish workbooks out.
“It’s a requirement to take one foreign language for two years,” Alex explained. “Besides, it was either Spanish or French, and I don’t think I can sit in a class with Monsieur Jean-Francois staring at me like some pedophile.”
I smiled and we walked down the hall, when we heard a loud bang. We saw Delaney down in the hall, punching her locker. We ran over and pulled her away from it. “Delaney, why are you damaging your locker?” I asked. Delaney didn’t answer and looked away. Her locker door was dented and it nearly came to the point where it was about to fall off any second. Her knuckles were pretty bloody too, and it didn’t look good. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the girls’ bathroom. I drenched her hand under the cool water and then applied some ointment that I carried in my backpack, then gently put on the gauze around it.
“Why do you carry that around?” Delaney asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Just in case incidents occur,” I said. “Now why were hurting yourself and your locker?”
Delaney sighed and leaned against the sink. “I had to stay back and talk to Mr. West about my quiz grade,” she explained. “I failed and got a 30. If I don’t get at least a C, he’s calling my mom, and that’s the last thing I want.”
“Why?” I asked.
“My mom will take me to a private school if I get another F,” Delaney said.
