Prude

Chapter 7: Don't Test Me

He's thinking of you...

I tossed and turned.

He's thinking of you...

I covered my head with my pillow.

He's thinking of you...

Oh why, oh why was I thinking about him?

That stupid checklist was putting ideas in my head.

An hour or so after I had completed the first section, it was actually Angela who called me and not Jazz.

"Denise," Angela said. "I'm just calling to say that me and Jazz have decided that it's better if we don't speak to you about the checklist any longer. You're on your own."

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"You just take each part and add up your scores, read all the questions in the morning beforehand so that if you notice something during the day you can tick the answer." She paused. "Alright?"

I sighed. "Okay. Whatever."

"Cool," she replied. "So... Have you heard about the new boy..."

But now it was night and I couldn't sleep, my thoughts full of Hunter, wondering whether he could sleep too and what he was thinking about if he was awake.

I chided myself. I couldn't believe that these thought were filling my head.

I blame Jazz and Angela.

His face flew into my head. I couldn't deny that he was hot and that before he actually said a word to me, I had been attracted to him. But that was in the past now.

We hated each other, and that was final.

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The next morning I was up early, even though I hadn't gotten enough sleep, and I was extremely tired. I was cranky, I could sense that already.

I was showered and dressed quickly, but as I pulled on my orange tank to I wondered what Hunter would say about my outfit. It wasn't everyday I was seen wearing a skirt.

I pulled my brush through my hair and since I was early I decided to straighten it and curl the ends.

I left my room ten minutes before Jazz was due to come, sat at the table to eat cereal ad pulled out the checklist again.

The next section of the checklist was called "in denial". I read through the questions which were all about my reactions to him.

Question three immediately caught my attention.

Q3: when you dress up in the morning, do you:

A) barely look in the mirror

B) think about what he may think of your appearance

C) look at yourself in vain

Today wasn't the first morning when I had wondered what Hunter would think about my outfit, my hair and my lack of makeup. Sometimes he commented, and sometimes he didn't. Sometimes he gave me this weird look and walked away.

I ticked B and sighed.

I heard the beep of Jazz's horn and opened the front door to see her BMW parked outside my door.

"Uh oh," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't get enough sleep did you?" She stated, noticing the faint bags under my eyes and the fact that I had had enough time to dress up more than usual. "So it's going to be one of your cranky days." She sighed. "I feel it for Darla today."

And so she should.

Darla was the person I hated more than Hunter.

I know right? Hard to believe.

But she's had it out for me the day her boyfriend kissed me. That was in our sophomore year, it's been two years and she still isn't over it.

It wasn't even my fault. Darren came over to me in his last day of school. His father was in the military and had been posted to California so he had to move.

"Denise," Darren said, backing me against the wall. "I'm sure your the girl in our year that's never been kissed, but don't worry."

"Why?" I had asked, not sensing the danger. The corridor was empty.

Darren grinned and lowered his head to mine and kissed me, slowly and softly.

Maybe I should have told him he wasn't my first kiss.

Within five seconds we heard a scream.

Darla.

"What are you doing Darren baby?" She screeched. "Why are you kissing THAT?" And her eyes turned to me in disgust.

I frowned.

Darren said, uncaringly, "Darla, we broke up yesterday."

Her mouth dropped open. "And THIS is what you replace me with?" She turned to me, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna make your life a living hell."

And she flounced away.

"Don't mind her," Darren told me, before saying goodbye and leaving the school, leaving me to contend with Darla for two more years.

History was the first lesson I had, and both Darla and Hunter were in my class. Their relationship was big news. Their names kept swirling round my head as I walked to class. I didn't give a damn about them.

But why her? What did he see in her that was so great? I mean she was the biggest slut of the school. She was rude, mean and wore way too much makeup, she was completely fake. What about her did he see that the rest of us didn't see, what didn't he see in me?

I slapped forehead. Crap, I thought, where did that come from?

I needed help fast. And then I remembered some of the questions on the checklist. I had to look at that at break.

I walked into the history class. When she saw me, Darla stood up to open her big mouth. She was sitting next to Hunter at the back, who's eyes also turned to me.

In fact, as Darla stood up, everyone's eyes were on us.

But today was not a good day for her.

I was cranky, tired and annoyed.

She was in for a surprise today.

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