Amanda
I popped out of my bed like a daisy and stretched, checking my calendar; June 15. I groaned in disappointment and slumped my shoulders. It seemed like this Summer was going by so slow. My quinceanera was three weeks away and it felt like this month was going by slow on purpose. Maybe it didn't want me to experience the most important day of my life. The day I not only become 15, but a woman. Before school let out I passed out invitations to everyone and I made sure it got to everyone. Isabella, my best friend, wasn't too thrilled that I gave them to the "geeks" and "nerds". She tolerated the bullies, but she was extremely upset when I gave one to this boy named Jonathan. I remembered it like it was yesterday, but then again it was only three days ago.
"So who else are you giving one too?" Isabella had asked as I looked over my list of all the people that go to this school. This party was the most important thing to ever happen to me and I needed EVERY school mate of mine to be there and witness the special moment. I had gotten everyone except Dylan, Cole, Kyle, and Jonathan. I found the Mathew twins just a couple feet away from us. They were at Cole's locker arguing about something, but we were too far away to hear.
"That's my textbook and you know it!" Dylan had exclaimed, pointing into Cole's locker as we walked closer to them. "You borrowed it from me two weeks ago and still didn't give it back!"
"School let's out in two days, you don't need this anymore," Cole had pointed out, yanking a science textbook out of his locker.
Dylan rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he had mumbled, folding his arms across his chest.
When he noticed our presence, his slouched stance straightened and he smiled. "Hey girls," he had greeted, enthusiastically and Cole's ears twitched a little as he turned his attention from his locker. When he saw us, he pushed Dylan away and fixed his collar.
"Hellooo ladies," he had greeted, bouncing his eyebrows. I giggled as Dylan glared at the back of Cole's head.
"Hey boys," I had greeted back, taking two pink invitations wrapped in gold ribbon out of my purse. "Well as you know my birthday is on July 6," I had began and they happily nodded their heads, "and I'm inviting you guys to my quinceanera. Soooo, will you come?" I had asked, holding out the invitations.
They snatched it out of my hands. "Of course!" they had said in unison, admiring the invitations.
"Bye boys," Isabella had said, doing a little wave before leading me away from the duo. "Those two are weird," she had stated once they were out of earshot. "They've been around each other too long."
I couldn't help but nod in agreement as I checked their names off my list. Isabella rolled her eyes as she looked at who was left. She didn't mind Kyle, but there was something about Jonathan that she couldn't stand. She never told me what the problem was though. As we turned the corner, we saw Kyle leaning up against the lockers talking to Jonathan. I've had a major crush on Jonathan ever since the first day in school when I literally bumped into him in the hallways. Papers were everywhere and when we went to pick up the last piece at the same time, our hands touched. Every time I see him, I look down at the hand he touch all those months ago. I've never told Isabella about my crush though, because I knew she would speak ill of Jonathan. For some reason he always avoids me and sometimes I think he's just shy, but sometimes I feel like he just doesn't like me. I love his blond hair, but I've never been able to see his eyes, he never looks at me and when he does it's only for a brief second. Kyle said something to Jonathan that made him fiddle with his fingers; he does that when he's nervous. Before I knew it I giggled at his shyness and his head snapped up in my direction. Kyle grinned while Jonathan just bolted down the hall, opposite from where we came from.
"Wait!" I had called out, but he had already turned the corner and was gone. I sighed before walking up to Kyle.
"Hey Mandy," he had greeted making me smile. Kyle gives everyone nicknames and I like mine.
"Hey Kyle. I'm having a quinceanera and I was wondering if you would like to come," I had said, fishing out the second to last invitation from my purse.
I placed it in his open hand and he nodded. "Of course I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
I couldn't help the grin that played across my face. It quickly faded as I gazed down the hall.
"I'm gonna give this last invitation to Jonathan," I had told Isabella. "Could you stay here until I get back?"
She gawked at me. "Are you serious?" she had questioned and I gave her a look making her sigh.
"Don't worry Mandy," Kyle had assured, slinging his arm around Isabella. "She's fine with me."
Isabella stared at Kyle's arm as if it was a foreign object. I gave him a "thank you" smile before jogging down the hall.
"Jonathan," I had called out. I heard a sigh come from the boy's bathroom. "I think the coast is clear," a boy had mumbled from the other side of the door.
Seconds later Jonathan walked out and closed the door behind him. I jumped in his path a gave him a big smile.
"Hi." My smile kinda faltered as I noticed he was wearing his hood.
The shadow of it cast down on the top part of his face, including his eyes. He tried to walk away, but I got in his way again. I quickly fished the last invitation out and put it in the front pocket of his hoodie. He took it out and examined it.
"Will you come?" I had asked, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
"Sorry," he said, giving it back, "I don't do parties."
My smile dropped completely as I took the invitation back. I fiddled with it, not able to look up and I was surprised he hadn't left yet.
"Please Jonathan," I begged. "I was up till 4 this morning making these." I held up the card. "Could you at least take it and consider?"
He looked down at the card and sighed, running his hands over his face. After a few moments he took it back and stuffed it in his pockets.
"No promises," he said as he saw the smile on my face.
I nodded to let him know I understood before he walked away. To think that Jonathan Good, my crush, might be at my quinceanera made me ecstatic.
"AMANDA RAMIREZ GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!" I heard Isabella shout, ruining my moment.
"Coming!" I had replied before purposely taking my time walking down the hall.
The whole way back I was thinking of Jonathan in his handsome tuxedo slow dancing with me on the dance floor.
I giggled. I just couldn't wait for it. It was really gonna be the best night of my life. I slipped out of my pink plaid pajama pants and white tank top and exchanged it for jean shorts, a solid purple crop top and purple Chuck Taylor's. I straightened my hair and did thin braids on either side of my face, tying them together behind my head with a rubber band. I walked out of my room and down the stairs where I found my parents in the kitchen, drinking coffee. They didn't notice me walk in because my dad's attention was on the newspaper and my mom's was on a beauty magazine. She always read those when we're near my birthday. I got out a drinking glass and poured me some orange juice. I took it upstairs and set it on my bedside table, before going into my closet and fishing out this year's yearbook out of one of my old shoe boxes. I flipped it to the page that Jonathan was on and admired it. I got out a black Sharpie and drew a big heart around his picture, doing miniature hearts around it. You could say that I was obsessed with him, but all I was was a lovesick puppy.
About an hour later, the doorbell rung.
"I'll get it!" I called down the stairs.
I ran to the door and opened it up, mentally groaning at the sight in front of me. It was my boyfriend Daniel. My family hooked us up. At first he was really kind and caring, but now he's really overprotective and possessive and hates Jonathan just as much as Isabella does. He's an absolute angel when it comes to hanging around my parents, though. Unlike Isablella he sees the way I look at Jonathan, he notices how I act around him and he doesn't like it one bit.
"Hey babe," he greeted, kissing me on the forehead.
I tried not to roll my eyes at his act as he passed me and made his way into the kitchen. While he was distracted at the moment, I dashed upstairs and hid my yearbook back in my shoebox, stuffing it at the very back of my closet before going back downstairs to the kithcen. I was not in the mood to deal with Daniel right now, but what could I do?
