It was November, and Thanksgiving was coming close. Very close, in fact, it was tomorrow! The thought of turkeys and mashed potatoes made me feel giddy with joy. Mr. Levesque, my French teacher glared at me for smiling, and continued on with his lecture about French food. From next door, I heard Mr. Ommar, Gretchen's Arabic teacher going on some movie they were watching. Lucky ducks. Sighing, I wished I would've taken German so Aaron would have considered becoming my private tutor in German so we could spend more time together. I dreamily thought of all the sweet things he would probably have come up with to compliment me and my skill.
"Miss Evans? Please, concentrate!" Mr. Levesque said with a faint French accent. I blushed as my classmates around me tittered.
"Je suis désolée..." I mumbled, embarrassed. Sighing, I went back to the edge of my blank notebook paper and started doodling turkeys.
"Anyways, we are going to present our food presentations, so boot your computers up and have them ready!" Mr. Levesque announced. I groaned softly; my presentation was horrible and I still needed time to edit.
"What is the order of who will present?" the teacher's pet, Samantha (I like to call her Sam) Barker asked sweetly. I moaned. Why couldn't she stay quiet for once?
"Oh! Good question, Samantha. Ehm... Let's see, alphabetical order, shall we?" Mr. Levesque said with a grin. GREAT, my last name started with an E, and there were around 5 people before me. I glanced at the clock, wondering if there'd be enough time for me to go. With 35 minutes to spare, I was sure I would be going. Amazing, I'd get a horrible grade. My friend Kina Adams looked around nervously, her expression on her face obviously told that she was loathing her last name.
After some long and boring presentations (of which Sam took 10 minutes explaining EVERY little detail), the long hand on the clock finally struck 6, indicating that it was break time.
"Yesss!" I murmured to myself. Mr. Levesque looked down at his watch, making a perfect Homer Simpson "do'h!" face, and looked around the classroom, full of students eager to be let out.
"Well, we'll continue next time on Friday. Have a nice Thanksgiving tomorrow! Class dismissed."
Gathering my stuff, I shuffled out of the classroom, making a mental note to myself to edit my project. Outside my classroom, I found Aaron waiting for me. He must've been let out of his Portuguese class early.
"Hey Aaron. What's up?" I offered him a smile.
He was, as usual, looking at his feet. There really wasn't anything interesting about his shoes except they were hot pink.
I pouted; sometimes he was way too shy. "Hey, I have a brownie in my locker waiting to be eaten. Tell me what is up."
"Uh... is it so wrong for a boyfriend to wait for his girlfriend and accompany her to her locker?" he asked bravely, looking into my face.
"You would never do that. You don't want us to be seen in public." He didn't seem to notice my bitter tone.
"Well, true. Okay, well. My mom asked me to invite some friends over for Thanksgiving dinner if it was okay with their parents... She also specifically told me to ask my girlfriend... So, what do you think?" he asked, giving a small smile.
I couldn't resist, not smiling back at him. Aaron was so cute.
"I'm sure that's fine with my family."
"It's not family first in your household?" Aaron asked in disbelief.
"Ah, well. My parents are pretty laidback," I said with a grin. "But I'll tell you for certain later on Skype."
Aaron was being such an amazing boyfriend these days. I made my way down to my locker and pranced around a bit. It wasn't long before I heard a few chuckles. I glared, and found my self staring into Phillip's face.
"Of course it's you..." I said knowingly, rolling my eyes. Phillip laughed, poking my cheeks.
"What's up?" Phillip asked with a smile, looking into my eyes.
"Um. Nothing, why?" I asked, looking away from his light brown eyes.
"You look happy. Happier than usual." Phillip knew me way too well. Blushing, I told him how Aaron had asked me out to Thanksgiving dinner with his family. "Are you the only one who's going to be there?" Phillip asked curiously. Then it struck me. Aaron had said that he was inviting friends over. That meant, that we wouldn't be alone; we'd be surrounded by people. Damn it. I thought we'd finally be able to kiss for the first time. Since both of us (especially Aaron) were really shy, we'd never kissed before... But I'd hoped that would change tomorrow night. Although, I guess not...
Phillip had obviously noticed my face fall, and grabbed my hands.
"Hey, look. It'll be ok, okay? He's gonna focus on you, and only you."
I smiled at Phillip's words. He always found someway to cheer me up, ever since we were 8.
But maybe he wasn't wrong.
Perhaps Aaron would pluck up some courage. Maybe we would have our first kiss on Thanksgiving?
Well, I knew what I was thankful for.
Thank you God, for letting me have such an amazing boyfriend, Aaron Schmidt.
He had to be everything I had wished for.
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The Six Degrees Of Separation
Teen FictionAnd they all lived happily ever after... That's what they all want, right? Sadly, reality isn't all that magical. Some people get what they want, and some people have to deal with what they get. I was the "deal with it" person. I never got what I wa...
