“Hey, make sure you can come to my pool party!” I gave my friend a wave in the hallway, earning a very eager nod.
Today, I’d have nearly the whole grade come to my house for a massive pool party. How did my parents agree with this? Obviously, they didn’t. They were on vacation this week, so I was going to take advantage of that.
My friend’s hand went on my shoulder, standing next to me as I pulled out last period’s books, “Hey, I heard Nathan was going to your party tonight. It’s going to be so amazing!”
We both let out little screams, “I know right! I can’t wait!” Her eyes shifted from mine to someone in the distance behind me, “Nerd alert.. Hey, I’m headed to class. I’ll text you after school!”
I gave her a nod, grabbing my composition book and shutting my locker, nearly jumping when I saw Marcel’s figure standing right next to me, “Geez, Marcel, you scared me!”
He pushed his glasses further up his nose, “Oh, s-sorry, Six, I didn’t mean to s-scare y-you.”
I gave him a smile, “It’s okay, what’s up?”
“Well, I th-thought that I could provide s-some food for your party?”
Oh, Marcel.
“Marcel, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
I looked at him for a moment, up from his glasses down to his brown dress shoes, making him nervously cough. “Okay, bring some fruit if you’d like. Also, bring a swimsuit.”
His eyes went wide, “Are y-you inviting me to y-your party?”
I nodded, “Of course! You can hang out with me.”
He gave me a stunning smile, nodding his head and walking off to class.
“You better come!” I called at him before he went into his class. He was always so shy and I didn’t want him to miss one of the last parties of the year.
You see, Marcel was the school nerd. And when I mean the school, I don’t just mean just senior class, I mean the whole school. The football team didn’t treat him very well, but I treated him fairly. He really did have a good personality, people just judged him by his looks, which made me worry for him. His eyes and smile were really dazzling, and I’m pretty sure I was the only one who thought that – or noticed it. I would kill for his grades, which is what some people teased him for, even though everyone in the school needed a high GPA like him.
“Six, what are you doing out here? Get to class!” The school janitor shooed his hand, telling me to flea from my locker.
I gave him a sheepish smile and quickly headed to my last class, mentally planning out my pool party still.
After School
My feet carried me out of the principal’s office – for being late to class – and to my locker before the hallways would be flooded with the people of my class. I put my math books back in my locker and quickly headed out of school, getting in my car and driving home.
I set up some tables and put some chips out, along with a few rows of red solo cups. Sarah, my best friend, soon arrived, helping with setting up some drinks at the bar area and sending out a text for everyone to come around 6.
“So, what did Marcel want? Did he ask you out again? Did you accept again?”
“Sarah, shut up,” I gave her a glare, “I invited him to hangout with me.”
