Becoming Kennedy

9- 7 Minutes in Heaven

As expected, I found myself waiting for Luke's text.  I don't know what he'd say.  Probably just, "Hey it's Luke."  But it still doesn't stop me from checking my phone every three minutes.

"Waiting on a call?"  I look up from my phone, and see that girl I ran into on the first day.  Well...she ran into me.  I shake my head and shrug, "Not really."  The girl smiles, "Are you sure you're not waiting for blondie to call you?"

I realize I'm about to chew on my lip, but stop myself.  "Who?"  The girl rolls her eyes, "Forget it, Kennedy."  Genuinely surprised that she remembered my name, I rack my brain for hers.  I know it starts with a 'B'.

Brianna?  Bianca?  Betsy?  Bethany?  Brittany?  The possibilities are endless.

"I'm Brenna."  As if she's read my mind, I smile apologetically, "I'm sorry.  I, uh, forgot."  Brenna nods, "I figured.  I've been going to this school since I was a freshman, and Abigail still can't remember who I am."  She laughs harshly, "Or she just pretends not to."  

I didn't realize I was checking my phone constantly until a tall, dark haired boy with deep blue eyes, that I've never seen before, walks over, sits next to Brenna, and smirks at me.  "You do realize that pushing the home button every three seconds isn't going to make him call you."

Exasperated, I sigh, "I'm not waiting for a guy to call me!"  The boy's smirk stays painted on his face, and I begin to squirm.  He looks like he knows something I don't, and he knows I don't know, so he's smug about it.  "Are you sure you're not waiting for that blonde kid to call you?"

Then I remember that Brenna asked if I was waiting for 'blondie' to call.  "What are you guys talking about?"  They both exchange sly glances, "They weren't serving pescetarian food in the cafeteria today, so you resort to moping on the bleachers?"

I knew that pescetarian comment was going to bite me in the ass.

"I'm not a pescetarian."  Both of them feign shock.  "Oh goodness me, what would Abigail and Becky, and Stella, and...."  Brenna pauses, "What's the other one's name?"  I laugh, "Parsley."  The boy's eyebrows raise, and lets out a short laugh as if he's impressed.  "Nice," he holds out his hand, "I'm Ethan."

I shake his hand, and can't help but notice I'm comparing his dark blue eyes, to Luke's crystal.  "I'm Kennedy."  Ethan's smirk returns, "Really?  I heard your name was Colorado."  I'm pretty sure I visibly cringe.  "Don't call me Colorado."

Ethan nods, and slumps in his chair.  "How did you guys know I was on the bleachers?"  Brenna offers us gum and shrugs, "We were walking, and saw you talking to the blonde kid."  She rolls her eyes, "Don't worry.  We're not going to say anything.  Calm down."

"I am calm."  I retort.  But Ethan shakes his head, and reaches out, touching my bottom lip.  "You chew on your lip when you're nervous."  I'm gonna admit it.  I was kind of surprised that he noticed that already, but then again, I'm kind of an open book.  Or maybe he's just good at observing things.  Who knows.

"Colorado!  Come over here.  Don't talk with them."

I turn my head, and notice Abigail, in her usual short skirt, calling to me.  "Sorry to steal her away from you, but we kind of have business to discuss."   I smile apologetically at Brenna and Ethan, and begin to make my way over to where Abigail and company are.

"Hey, Kennedy, wait.  I'm having a party at my place tonight.  Wanna come?"  Oh God, no.  Not another party.  "No, sorry.  I have homework."  Brenna laughs, "It's Friday?"  Right.  Friday.  I simply shrug, "I don't know.  We'll see.  I'll text you."

Both of them look at me with incredulous expressions.  We all know I don't have either of their numbers.  We all know I'm not going to show.  I feel really bad, but the approving smiles of Abigail and her friends boosts my confidence a little bit.