It's the End of the World

Chapter 8

4 Days Until Homecoming

The past weekend was not fun. Jack's attitude was not good. At all. Needless to say, I was glad when he went home early. Justin never told Jack that he was really taking him home early, but he told me later. He also mentioned that even though Jack said his family was poor, he had his own cell phone. There were some parts in the weekend I didn't even know where Jack was, and I really didn't care.

Nothing really important happened until Thursday when the band played at the football game (Not the Homecoming football game). I do remember one thing that happened on Monday. A couple of weeks before, I saw a girl holding up a poster asking for a date to the dance. The reason I didn't ask her then was because that was before I needed a date to the dance. And even if I did need a date to the dance, a popular girl like that would never go to the dance with a loser like me. Justin mentioned that I might need to try that. I told him that I thought that that was just for girls to do, but now that was starting to look like a good idea. To make a long story short, my friends were laughing at me by the end of the day.  

2 1/2 Days Until Homecoming

On Tuesday, I left to find the Vesper Spymaster and I came back on Wednesday afternoon. When I got home on Wednesday, Justin and I were talking, and eventually he asked if I got a date yet. I told him no.

"What! You still haven't got a date! You only have two and a half days left! Only 2 of those days will you be able to find a date! Might as well hold up a neon sign that says 'I'm a Cahill! All Vespers come here and kill me!'"

"It's not my fault! I told you, I'm not good at getting girlfriends! I haven't got a girlfriend in 12 years, and I never will! I CAN'T DO THE IMPOSSIBLE! I'm sorry. I'm a loser. I've always been a loser and I always will." I sat down and started crying (like a man).

"Look, Jeff, I'm sorry. I know how hard this must have been for you. I'll make a deal with you. Tomorrow, since you desperately need a date, I'll talk to you over the speaker on your cheek and give you tips, tell you what to say."

"OK."

I didn't tell Justin this, but I didn't know if he'd be much help. I could feel the death clock ticking of the seconds until Homecoming.