Wasn't Drama Like This Supposed to End in Highschool?

Chapter 8

Maggie's POV

Almost a week had passed since my overly dramatic emotional breakdown in the lounge. Since then, I had given myself a few inspirational pep talks. They went something like this:

"Now look here Magdalena Mendoza. You are a strong independent woman. You don't need a man to complete you! Whether it's a boyfriend or a best friend...you can do just fine on your own."

It took a lot of repetition for me to finally start to believe my new mantra, but eventually it started to sink in. By the end of my second week at camp I was feeling much better. And people were noticing.

I was just starting to snooze off in the middle of my Friday computer graphics class when something hit me in the middle of my forehead. It was the last class of the day and I was exhausted. I screamed, then fell out of my chair...guess some things will never change.

By now these people were used to me though.

Zac let out a horse laugh, "oh little Maggie, she is always available to entertain us."

I laughed along with everyone else, and reached up for the hand that had appeared to help me. Jude grinned at me as he helped me back into my chair.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. He only nodded in response, but his smile was...warming. I don't really know how else to explain it. Then he turned back to his work.

Ohh right, I forgot, he was almost as shy as Matt was. Yet I'd also noticed that whenever he did open his mouth to speak he was almost as sarcastic as Andrew...interesting.

Speaking of Andrew, only one person in this program was still immature enough to throw notes in my face during class...which started this whole commotion in the first place.

"Mendoza!" Andrew's Microsoft Word-like writing stood out on the page, "wake uppp"

Well I'm glad that's all his note said...since that's exactly what it did....wake me up.

I looked over to Andrew to find him grinning at me,

"What?" I mouthed. He just grinned wider and flicked another wadded up piece of paper in my direction.

"You up for a movie night tonight?"

Movie night? What? My brain instantly painted a picture in my mind...low lit room, bowl of buttery popcorn for two, a tiny couch with one pillow and a movie playing in the background...the whole corny shebang.

Wait...no! None of this crappy romance stuff for me, and especially not with Andrew. What was I thinking?? Besides, girls weren't allowed in the boys half of the dorm. It was against the rules.

"In your room???" I wrote back frantically.

"Of course not, silly girl. That's against the rules."

"Then where?"

"Down in the lounge. On the big tv. Anyone can come, but I'll save a small, munchkin size spot on the couch for you..next to me :)"

I thought about it...was he flirting with me? I texted a quick message to Lacey, "We need to talk asap! need help w/ boyyy"

...Her responce came quicker than I expected, she was an excellent wing woman.

"got it..meet after class when we get ready for tonight!"

Shoot that's right...its Friday! Eeeveryone will be going out tonight to party. And I do mean everyone. Looks like it'll be a small movie night anyways.

Andrew was (for once) listening intently to the lesson so I was actually able to throw my note back at him and hit him square in the nose.

He glared at me playfully and read the note,

"See you there, Rousseau"

I saw him grin, and turn back to the professor. I was excited for tonight, this could be the start of my new conquest, I thought playfully, I can't wait.