Off The Scale (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

Dylan Sprayberry

Forget it. I don't know which way to impress Lea enough to go to winter formal with me. "Need any help, Dylan?" Ryan asked as took a seat on the red leather chair across the counter from me. I cocked an eyebrow.

"Why would I need help?" I asked curiously.

Ryan shrugged as she crossed her arms, "I don't know, you just really seemed tense right now, and too focused."

I couldn't even look at her in the eye. I just murmured, "I need help on finding a way to ask Lea to the dance; a VERY original or creative way for her to absolutely say yes."

Ryan looked at me in the eye with silence. Suddenly, she bursted into laughter. My curiosity just got bigger.

"What?" I asked.

"You really do NOT see the handwriting on the wall, Dyl!" She says as she sips on my smoothie that lain on the table. I shut my eyes, "No one calls me that but Lea."

"Like you call her 'Wallpost?'"

I scoffed to myself, remembering the memory, "Yeah."

"Okay then, DYLAN," she said, putting down the glass as she exaggerates my real name, "you don't see that Lea already wants you to go to winter formal with you!.."

As she continues, my eyes reached Alexis' face as she listens to every word that Ryan says.

I'm in deep shit.

"She's already heads over heels for you right now. You better start asking her now before someone like Adam asks her out already!" Ryan finishes.

I looked at her and whispered, "Oh, I got Adam covered already." My eyes looked back at Alexis, who was at the bar, ordering a beverage.

"Okay," Ryan says with a little suspicion, "What do you keep looking at?" She turned around, finally realizing my predicament. She turned back to me, "Oh, well, I'm just gonna go."

She stood up and walked away.

That is, until she came back and took my smoothie with an "innocent" smile on her face.

A few minutes later, Alexis sits across with me, drink in hand, and asks, "So you forgot your promise to me last year?"

I froze in place, only stuttering with my words, "N-No, I was just trying to set up Adam and Lea together for winter formal!"

Alexis groaned in disgust and rolled her eyes, "Dylan, first of all, I've known you since I was a young kid and I know that you're lying. Secondly, I heard everything that Ryan said. Why would you forget us?"

"Look, I'm sorry, I just forgo-"

"You know what, save it," she banged her hands on the table as she rose. She turned around with small tears about to sprinkle in her eyes, "Forget it. She likes Troy, anyway."

Wait, Troy Evans?

Lea Ramos

It's official. All the Winter Formal posters have begun to make me feel sick, physically too. Just looking at the words give me a headache and an urge to just purge up my lunch.

Looking everywhere, it seems that everyone has a date to the dance except me. Speaking of date, here comes the devil.

"Hey, are you ready?" Dylan asks as he slides his arm around my shoulders. He holds up his camera.

"Headshots already?" I asked as I open my locker. I stuff my books in replacing them with the materials needed for the next class after lunch.

"Yeah," Dylan said, "I was thinking we can do it by the school walls, during lunch. Easy, and I have a small crew to help with lighting and makeup, aka Ryan and Lia."