Artistic Love

Chapter 10-Felie

On some days, we had to meet up in the art room for lunch when we didn't all have some form of art before it. Jezelle and Trevor had to come all the way from the dance class, which I kinda thought was funny. Jezelle Kent, forced to take a dance class so she can graduate, along with Trevor who is usually associated with the basketball players. I've seen Trevor's dancing though, and I hate to admit that he actually didn't suck. "I hate dancing!" Jezelle yelled as she walked in, Trevor following close behind her. "I suck at ballroom!"

"Relax," Trevor told her, "You just gotta remember that with me as a partner you'll ace this class with no effort."

Jezelle slid into her chair and sighed out with clear frustration, "It's not that I don't want to dance with Trevor or anything, but I hate dancing with men. They're pigs!" Jezelle moaned out for the entire room to hear.

Trevor flipped his head toward me and looked for some sympathy, "She just called me a pig! Felie, are you going to allow her to say that?"

I sipped some of my caprisun and set it back down, "Couldn't say it better myself. The real question is are you going to take that?" Trevor clearly got embarrassed and put his head down. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a piece of paper I had found in the office earlier that morning. "We have a situation."

Jezelle took it off the table and read it aloud, "Homecoming dress up days? That's easy enough," She flipped her head towards me and smiled, "Why is this an issue?"

Trevor rolled his eyes, "She obviously wants to go with you, but everyone thinks she's straight-"

I cut in, "-And my dad is chaperoning it. He wants to see me dance with Trevor. He has always wanted to be there to see it, just like how he did this for my step-brother a year ago at his last dance. I just...I want to go with you, Jezelle. I really do. But if my dad sees us dancing, as a...pair of lovers, he's going to find out and I'm not ready yet."

Jezelle looked at me, now understanding what the issue was. We both wanted to go together, and I picked out the perfect dress. I know Jezelle would pick something just as well made as I did, but was yet to find it yet. "What do we do?"

"Trevor, you're making a Homecoming proposal. Jezelle, you're picking out an outfit to wear. You too, Trevor. Trevor will do the first dance with me, then I can tell my dad I want to just relax at the tables. We pick one far off and sit there for exactly four minutes, then he will lose interest. That's when we go out to the dance floor and we can party like it's nobody's business."

They both stared at me like I was a psychopath. "How did you just come up with that plan?" Trevor asked.

I shrugged, "Overthinking is a skill, my friend. Does it sound like a good one to you guys, or should I scheme up another one?"

Jezelle put her hands on the table and grabbed my hands, "Take a few deep breaths, Felie. Your plan will work, just take a chill pill. I haven't told you my good news yet, you talkative artist." I giggled and she had a very smug grin on her face, "Guess who's moving back?"

My ears perked up, "Tyson?!" I asked. Trevor looked at me when I said that, which immediately caught my attention. Something in my head was going off like a siren.

"Yep!" Jezelle squealed. "He's moving back in a few days."

"That's awesome!" Trevor said, grinning ear to ear. I gave Jezelle a look, and she shot one right back at me. We both were thinking the same thing. Intuition is right as rain. "I've only met him once, but he was such a fun guy." I held back everything I wanted to say to him.

An idea popped into my head. I reached into my pocket and shut my phone off completely. I fake groaned and set my phone up so they could see it wasn't turning on. "I think my phone died. I need to call my dad! Trevor, can I use your phone?"