I sat on my bed, thinking. Tomorrow, at 6 o'clock, I would finally go on a date with a girl I'd been dreaming about for months. I didn't have a car to drive. Should I take Brian's? No, that's not a good idea. He'd probably be at work at that time anyway.
Wait, Josh has a car. Maybe I could text him and ask if I could borrow it for a few hours. I reached into my back pocket, but felt nothing. Frustrated, I remembered that my phone was taken away.
I groaned and fell back onto my bed. I'd probably figure out something.
"Wayne, remember that you have Mutual tonight!" Mom yelled from downstairs.
I rolled my eyes. "Alright, Mom!" I yelled back. I'd probably just go take a walk rather than go to Mutual. I hadn't been in years.
Hours passed with me only laying on my bed, bored out of my mind. I finally rolled off my bed and grabbed the remote to turn on the T.V. I flipped through the channels, unable to find anything entertaining. After a few minutes, I signed and turned the T.V. off. I climbed back into bed until the time came when I was supposed to go to Mutual.
I left without even considering going to Mutual. Everything we did there was always extremely boring and dumb. Sometimes we did a scripture study, other times we'd do service. If I really wanted to do those things, I'd still go. They were pointless activities.
I decided to walk up to the park near my house. I walked into the pavilion and noticed a small, tan girl with brown hair sitting down at one of the tables, reading a book. I smiled.
It was Nicolette.
I stood there, debating whether or not I wanted to approach her. She probably wouldn't be happy to see me at all.
Without thinking, I walked over and sat by her. She looked up at me as if she were offended and closed her book. Without speaking, she stood up.
"Wait!" I said, grabbing her arm. She slowly sat down.
She gave me a surprised and angry look. "What do you want, Wayne?"
I smiled, "Ah, so we're on a first-name basis now?"
She rolled her eyes. "Why are you here? Are you following me?"
"Nah, I guess we just keep ending up at the same place at the same time," I said.
She looked me dead in the eyes, "Who are you, Wayne Parker?"
"Would you really like to know?" I scooted a little closer. She immediately got up and walked away, with me following close behind her.
"No, but really. Don't you have Mutual on Tuesdays?" I asked.
"No, I have them on Wednesdays." She was walking faster.
I ran out in front of her. "Do you hate me?"
She stopped. "Why are you so concerned with me all of a sudden?"
"I'd like to say the same about you."
"What? I couldn't care less about you!"
I leaned in close. "Then why didn't you rat me out?"
She pushed me away. "I didn't do it for you, I did it for Caleb."
"Then why didn't you rat me out?"
"If I told them you did it, they might have found out he contributed."
"I wouldn't get my buddy in trouble," I said in defense.
"You say that, but I can't believe you. You wouldn't do anything for Caleb. All you care about is your precious little self." She pushed by me. I was stunned. I let her walk away. I could see that she didn't want to talk to me anymore.
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Dare to Stand Alone
General FictionA 16-year-old boy named Wayne Parker lives a great life: he has a girlfriend, loads of money, and has pretty much every girl in the school after him. Wayne is an inactive member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and makes choices t...