Locker 305 n.h. (closed)

Chapter 8

The weekend comes by pretty quick and I have nothing to do. My study date thingy didn't go so well because Brent got sick and threw up on my books, but other than that... Well I can't say it was good. Kayla is visiting her cousins in Canada, Makenna is volunteering her time to help at the animal shelter and Nina got the flu. But, what about Niall? I call him and he answers after 2 rings.

"Hi Kadence, wassup?" he says with a smile in his voice.

"Nothing, I'm bored that's why I called you." I laughed.

"Oh, so..."

"Yah..."

"Nothing, we could study, go to the mall, go get lunch, roast marshmallows, ooh how bout that fair, we could go to the zoo, we-" he lists.

"Whoa, slow down! Wait, are you serious about all those outings?" I say. I've never seen a person give that many suggestions after just saying nothing.

"Yah, well maybe not roasting marshmallows or anything with fire. Last Christmas I was putting out a fire and my sweater caught flames."

"I would love to see that!" I laugh.

"I'm sure you would, so do you wanna hang out... OR NAH?" he clicks his tongue.

"Don't do that please, it gets so annoying." I say with amusement.

"Sorry..." he laughs. "So where do ya wanna go?"

"Geez, so pushy. How about we grab some lunch?" I say calmly.

"Sure. Where do you wanna go?"

"Pushy again."

"Well... I need to know Miss Sassy Pants." he chuckles.

"Do you like Panera Bread?"

"Yah. But do ya mind picking me up. I kind of don't have a car." he nervously says.

"Wait, you're telling me you don't have a drivers license?" I tease.

"Hey! I do! Back in Virginia, I had a nice car. Great mileage and a convertible, all that."

"Stop bragging." I laugh.

"Yah yah, so do you want me to walk over to your house or...?"

"Sure. Just give me about 10 minutes, I'm still in my pajamas."

"Me too. Saturdays always cause me to sleep in late. And of course, lounge around in my boxers."

"Ok nice to know... See ya in a bit. Bye!"

"Bye Kadence." he giggles.

Shoot, I have 10 minutes to get ready. I just put on a black skirt with a white crop top to tuck it into. Lots of girls at my school wouldn't mind showing off some belly button, as weird as that sounds, I'm not one of them. As apply one coat of lipgloss and only a touch of concealer, I hear my mom calling me down.

"Yah?" I ask kind of frustrated.

"Who's coming by?" she asks.

"Mom! You were listening to me?"

"Yah, all moms do that." she winks. "Is it a boy?"

"Yah. But a friend. We're going to lunch." I smile.

"Ok, just be careful! I wanna meet him."

"Ok," I say as I go back upstairs.

I decide to reach for my curling iron, for once. I just lightly curl the ends and slip on my old pair of Converse. I hear the doorbell ring and race down.