Jelly

Magnet For The Children

I'm so tired of this. They met. They love. They're perfect for each other! Just ask each other out already!!
My parents decided to take the car to the car wash today: the most important day of Damian's teenage years!
I change into my athletic clothes and run as fast as possible to Pilar. She isn't that far from me. Luckily, she's pretty close. I run towards her house and I count the houses I pass.
One.
Two.
Three.
And I was there.... Huh. I guess I didn't need a car or change into different clothes.
I knock on the door and nobody answers.
I knock again. No answer.
And again. No answer.
And finally, she opens. Pilar stands in the front of her house door in a dress and heels. I look up and down and I remember what Damian said:
When I stare into her eyes... Her creamy... Amazing... Fantastic hazel eyes, I get a feeling in my stomach that I can't really describe in words.
He was right. She's flawless. I'll probably make her my WCW soon. But it's also bad for Damian... the first girl he likes is nearly perfect and there is NO WAY he can get out of this unharmed. Someone like her can't like him... it's impossible. I mean it in the kindest way possible though.
"Sorry Katherine-" she starts, but I can't stand my full name coming from her mouth.
"Call me Kath."
"Alright Kath," she smiles, "I'm so sorry but I can't hang out. I'm kind of in the middle of something..." I look behind her and I see her half open supply closet filled with party decorations.
"Here," she hands me an envelope. It's decorated and her picture is on the cover wearing the same gown she has on right now, but with a lot more make-up and less sweat. I know what's happening, even though it's never gonna happen for myself.
"It's an invitation for my Quinceañera," her parents come downstairs (probably to see who their daughter is talking to). "I'm going to invite the others tomorrow since I just got the invitations today. And I'm going to try to ask Damian something tomorrow too."
"What are you going to ask?" I scream inside at the thought of her possibly asking him something major and lose my mind when someone interferes.
Pilar's mom walks towards the door and looks at me narrow-eyed. I'm guessing I didn't make a good first impression.
Pilar and her mother exchange some words in Spanish on purpose, just for me not be able to understand. It must be her mom judging me by my look and I just ignore it for now. I'm not going to be selfish at the moment. Her mom was leaving soon, and after a minute-long conversation, she finally leaves and takes my stress with her.
"Come on in Kath," I walk into her house and it's almost identical to mine from the inside, but everything seems to have some Mexican Root with it. "I was just learning how to dance for my party. I was thinking about asking... Uh, Damian to help me."
"Don't. He's the worst dancer at school," I begin with, when I instantly regret saying that when I know where asking a guy for help to dance leads to "... You see, because nobody really dances at school so he has to be the worst."
"Oh I'd give him a shot." She seems to be really nervous to ask Damian to help her with her dancing... Looks like I'm gonna have to step in.
After more talking and less talk about Damian, I head on out and stroll towards my house. The whole entire way, I'm just hoping he doesn't get hurt. Love is dangerous... And he's new at it.
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Waking up Monday morning is exciting. I go to the mirror and say some words to myself:
You can do this Katherine... You've got this, you magnificent matchmaker!
I get dressed, pray on my way out, and run to school.

The school's empty when I arrive, which takes some pressure off of me. I had a whole plan ready just in case some other people decided to come early like I did: nobody can know what I'm doing yet but myself!
Finding Damian's locker really isn't that hard, since we've been friends forever and we hang out and talk in front of it all the time, but Pilar is another story. I walk for about 10 minutes looking for Pilar's locker and a way to identify it. Of course, I found it, and I was sure it was hers for two reasons; the locker's aroma is similar to her perfume and she was standing right in front of it... ugh.
"Heeeeeey Pilar," I say, as enthusiastically as a disappointed girl could say "why are you awake so soon... so soon?"
"I don't know, actually. I got a text from-"
"Oh my god, is that Justin Timberlake in the café? He must be performing for lunch!"
It doesn't take a second for Pilar to storm off to the café to find one of our youngest looking counsellors from school and take a picture with him. She isn't mindless: in fact, she's pretty bright. It doesn't take her even 30 seconds to realize it wasn't a famous singer walking casually into our school without any equipment... or instrument... or paparazzi. Ok, maybe she isn't that bright.
By the time she's back to the locker, my plan is complete and I'm long gone.
Damian: If this works, you're welcome. If not... I didn't do it!