The Project

Chapter 11

Kate's Point of View

I knew something was going on. I knew I might've been catching feelings for two boys at once.

After that night I helped Benny with his project and we looked at the stars, and held hands, I've even feeling weird around him, and he's my best friend.

I couldn't describe how I was feeling. I guess it was nervousness, which was unfamiliar.

And with Johnny, during the play when he pushed my hair behind my ear and stared into my eyes, leaning in like we were going to kiss, I felt like I wanted to disobey what the script said and actually kiss him.

Of course, I had to stick to the script and ended up running away from him, but I wish we could've kissed.

What would Benny have done if we kissed? Would he have been jealous? Does he even like me?

"What're you think about?" A deep voice suddenly asks me, and I look over to my opened window, seeing Benny sneaking in.

"Uh," clearly I couldn't tell him I was thinking about him. "Homework."

"Ew," Benny says, closing the window behind himself and sitting on top of my bed next to me. "So, I know there's this party coming up at the end of the week and I need someone to accompany me. You wanna go?"

I raised my eyebrows, surprised that Benny, someone who usually wouldn't do anything to distract himself from baseball, was inviting me to a party with him.

"Where is it?" I wonder, not that it mattered. If Benny was inviting me to a party with him, I'd be going.

"Not far," he answers. "Walking distance. You up for it?"

"Sure," I say and he smirks.

"Good."

-

The end of the week came quickly and now I stood in front of my closet, scanning it for a cute outfit for the 10th time.

I wanted to look good tonight.

When I glanced at the clock, I had only 15 more minutes to find an outfit and put on makeup, so I hurried up and decided on black jeans and a tight red cropped shirt with converse shoes.

I throw it on, and do my usual mascara and also eyeliner which is rare for me.

Then I was ready.

I tried my best to sneak down the stairs and out of the house without my mom noticing, but she just happened to be in the kitchen instead of the office where she's at most of the time.

"Where are you going dressed so...different?" She asks me, eyeing my look up and down.

"Friends house," I reply.

Technically, it wasn't a lie. I was going to a house...and I knew the person's name who owned the house.

Ok, so I was telling a tiny lie.

"Are you going to a party?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

The doorbell rings and I rush to the front door before my mom could. Benny's standing there.