I stopped him in the hallway between third and fourth periods. Ethan, that is. I should say his name. I stopped Ethan in the hallway.
It wasn't hard, he was alone, and I was hard to ignore. Chelsea trailed behind me uncertainly. She clearly wasn't sure if I was still supposed to be the queen bee, or if she should start cultivating her own kingdom and leave me in the dust.
"Hey," I said to him.
He froze, books in hands, a look on his face like he'd been caught stealing cookies from the jar on the fridge. Utter terror.
"We have a tutoring session today after school, right?" I asked him.
I could tell from the look in his eye that he knew just as well as I did we had no such session. I doubted he was doing anything, but I crossed my fingers behind my back anyway, just in case.
"Yeah, that's right," he said after a moment's pause, "In the media center, right?"
I bit the inside of my cheek and tried not to grin.
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Dreams
General FictionEthan dreams of Maribelle, the beautiful and popular dancer, every night, but in his dreams she's not the same person as she seems to be in reality. Meanwhile, Maribelle struggles with facing an image of herself she has painted, one that she feel...
