Prom Committee

Initiative

The next morning I was all set to leave the house to go to school when my phone dinged. I hopped into my Jeep, started it and pulled out my phone. I furrowed my eyebrows confused at the notification of an unknown number that sent me a text message. I decided to worry about it later once I arrived at school.

Layla and I arrived at the exact same time in the parking lot parking next to each other. We walked into school and headed for our lockers.

"So how did it go last night?" I asked nudging her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes and replied, "For the fifteenth hundred time we are just friends."

"Are you sure?" I teased.

She chuckled, "Yes Tar, we really are. We actually talked about it last night."

"Oh?" I spouted, opening up my locker.

"Are you actually surprised?" Layla quizzed throwing her stuff in her locker.

"Yes Lay. I mean, how did that conversation go?"

"Pretty well I think," she closed her locker and faced me. "We both agreed that we just don't like each other that way and we're good as friends. That's it."

I zipped up my backpack and shut my locker door. I looked at her and shook my head in disbelief. My brain couldn't quite fathom the situation and I was in pure shock.

"Well then what was that twinkle I saw in your eye and the fact that I saw Beck smiling yesterday. None of this is adding up to me," I pondered.

Layla rested her arm around my shoulder and smiled, "I don't know Tar. I guess they were all false pretenses. I'll experience love one day just not with him and he'll experience it too just not with me. Does that make sense?"

I laughed, "Yes it does. And I know it'll be easy for you because you're so fun loving and pretty that any guy could sweep you off your feet. As long as I like him that is."

She laughed and let go of my shoulder, "Thanks bestie, I appreciate it. But good luck with Beck."

I cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"He told me that you're his personal cupid now," she teased.

I pointed my finger at her, "I only said that to him because he claims to be mine so this is my attempt to be nice."

"Good I'm glad. I like seeing you two get along."

"Yeah me too," I grinned, thinking back to our little conversations.

After thinking for a bit I remembered what happened this morning at home and pulled out my phone to show Layla.

"And you don't know who that is?" she questioned peering at my screen.

"No."

"Wait, hang on," she uttered scrolling through her phone. "I know who it is."

"Who?"

She glanced back and forth between my phone and hers and nodded, "Yep it's Beck."

"Beck? How did he get my number?" I crossed my arms.

Layla shrugged, "I may have given it to him yesterday. It totally slipped my mind, my bad."

I asked confused, "Why?"

"He asked for it, duh," she quipped rolling her eyes.

I decided to open up his message, change his contact name and then read it.

Beck: hi, it's Beck

Tara: uh hi

Once my thumb hit send I gazed my head up and there he was strolling towards us with a grin. I'm not going to lie I don't miss his stone cold angry face, because it wasn't very attractive. And no this is not me saying that I think Beck is attractive I'm just making observations.