Thursday, October 5
Homecoming is only eight days away, and it feels like the entire school is running on dance fever. The hallways are filled with chatter about dresses, suits, and who's going with whom. Even teachers seem to be in on it, throwing in little jokes about the dance before diving into actual lessons.
Ben and Lo, those lucky jerks, both managed to get dates this week. Ben is going with this girl from his math class, Emily, who's known for being just as much of a goofball as he is. Lo somehow convinced Tara, the girl who sits behind us in history, to say yes. I don't know how he pulled that off; she's way out of his league.
Today at lunch, the guys were all smiles. Leo kept making jokes like, "Max, maybe it's time to unleash that secret charm of yours before it's too late." I tried to laugh it off, but each chuckle felt like a punch to my confidence.
The worst part? Ben and Lo couldn't stop teasing. They even reenacted how they imagined I'd ask someone out, complete with stuttering and tripping over imaginary shoes. I know they didn't mean anything by it, but still, being the only one without a date is making me look like a total idiot. Every time they brought it up, I felt like I was shrinking into my seat.
Homecoming is creeping up, and the idea of going alone—or not going at all—is starting to feel more real. Maybe I'll just stay home and claim I was sick or something. At least that way, I can avoid feeling like the odd one out in a room full of couples.
YOU ARE READING
The (Not so amazing) adventures of Max
HumorDiary style book of a 14 year old boy called Max starting his first year of high school
