I took a deep breath. "Hey, Ian?" I said as I sat next to him during lunch. (My usual spot) "Hey, what's up?" He said boyish like as he ate five goldfish at a time. "Do you like Sonia?" I said after a while. "I mean, 'like like?'" He seemed surprised at the question. I was too. He just shrugged. SHRUGGED? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!?
Ten minutes later the 4th grade got called out to recess. I looked over at Keefe. He was already staring at me. I turned around to see Sonia in front of me.
"So what'd he say?!" she whispered loudly but anxiously. "He just...." "Just what???" I took another breath. "He just shrugged." "SHRUGGED? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!?" She said for the whole playground to hear. I shrugged too and ran off..... wondering if Keefe was still looking at me.
On our way back to the classroom I asked Sonia, "Did you ask him yet?" "Mayyyyyybbeeeee....." When she said this I knew she already did. "What'd he say???" I wondered eagerly. "He said he has a list. You're number six. I'm number 7." Tears pricked my eyes. "Number 2 is Caleigh. Number 1 is Marilyn."
Marilyn. Marilyn Mobley. A nice girl. I liked her. In the friend way of course. I could see why she was Keefe's #1, even though I didn't want her to be. She's blonde, way taller, and athletic. I'm dirty blonde, normal height like Keefe, and theatrical. I HATE sports.
I kept worrying about this until the school year was over. May 28th marked the day when the next time I saw Keefe would be in 5th grade.
