Eleven-Eleven (ON HOLD)

The Question Challenge. Via Mckayla.

A/N So, we have a question, that the universe takes as a challenge. Help…? Hahahaa(:

Kace(:

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   Apparently, Life had taken my innocent question and turned it into a challenge.

  Sitting together in Mrs. U’s room became a regular thing for us again. We eventually moved to the table up front, which seated six rather than four. Omar and Dennis joined our daily conversations, and eventually it became nothing out of the ordinary for one of us to get smacked in the face with a note marker. It was a new and improved way of passing notes: take the end off a marker, remove the ink carton, place note in ink slot, replace cap, pass note marker. Teachers never suspected a thing.

   I never brought up that night again. I was afraid to ask. Actually, I think I was more afraid of his answer.

   My private conversations with Omar and Dennis became a daily ordeal as well. Whether I was truly willing to admit it or not, I had had feelings for both of them since soon after I had met them. Omar was kind, sensitive, and pretty much anything any ordinary girl would want. And Dennis was funny, adorable, and kind of off the walls, like I tended to be. And through it all, I tried my best to not show them, or anyone else for that matter, those feelings, but there just wasn’t any getting around Mckayla.

Okay. I’ve seen enough of what happens in Mrs. Underwood’s room. I just had to wait to get to art class to ask. Cause markers getting thrown across the science lab might be suspicious. What gives? I think me being one of your best friends and all entitles me to knowing first off why the heck you’re looking at Dennis and Omar that way. So SPILL IT.

There just aint no getting past you is there?

I was praying for a miracle. One that allowed my bad grammar, which annoyed her to no end, to distract her long enough for me to change the subject. It bothered me that I had written that way, but it was for my own safety. Because although I loved her, that girl had the school’s biggest mouth.

1. There isn’t any, and 2. Nice try. Spill. Now.

Ugh. You make my life so difficult.

That’s what I’m here for, Babe. So get on with it.

What’s there to get on with? I like them. So what?

What happened to lovey dovey over there?

When I looked up, she motioned to Brentley.

What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened.

Well, don’t you still like him? Y’know he likes you, right? Gawd he never shuts up about you when you aren’t around. I’m surprised he hasn’t slipped up and said something in front of you once or twice.

I know he does. I was kinda sorta ish told. In his own confusing way.

Well, just thought I’d let ya know. So, out of the three, make a list.

Brentley Dennis Omar. What kind of question was THAT?

The kind I like to ask. So if you and Brentley are practically in love with each other, why don’t you just date already?

Does the name Cassidy ring a bell?

So? He NEVER talks about her. Just you.

She’s also my best friend. I’m not doing that to her. I’ve heard the way she talks about him, and god I think she already has the wedding planned. Not kidding.

Woah. Little obsessed there is she?

Understatement of the year, darlin’.

I was being sarcastic.

I know. I wasn’t.

Well….. if you’re not going to go for Brentley…. Can I get Dennis hooked on you?

I swear to God, if you much as utter a word…. I don’t know what I’ll do to you. I haven’t had time to think up something nasty and awful yet. Maybe I’ll hire a kidnapping rapist and his buddy to do a little work on that rump of yours. Is that enough of a threat to keep your mouth at bay?

Possibly. But You and Dennis would be adorable! I may have to deal with a freakazoid if it means seeing that happen! (:

Uhm, negative. You’ll keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. Hear me?

Nope, I hear Ms. Rodgers in the background saying something about how to make your painting look real and sophisticated, or something like that.

Wow. Your mean. I love you anyways.

Glad you love me, cause sometimes I’m not sure what I’d do without you.

Glad to know you love me too.

And like some kind of saving grace, the period bell rang, and I didn’t have next period with her today. Any other day I would have, but not today. Thank God.

   But I did have class with Dennis and Omar.