Hazel's POV
"Okay, we get it," Fatema says from her desk in front of mine. "You're adorable. How many Snapspeaks of you doing a peace sign does Sarah need to see?"
To my left and right, Darius and Aimeé laugh, while I roll my eyes, not putting down my cell phone.
"We're making plans," I explain.
"Isn't she in class?" Darius says.
"Yes."
Sarah's not one to typically care about class. She doesn't go to Grant, so I never see her in school, but I imagine she sits at the back of the room watching Netflix during algebra, and rolls up to the building on her skateboard five minutes late everyday. The only thing she cares about as far as school goes is the ice hockey team, which she's on.
Another Snapspeak banner appears on my screen, and I open it to see a photo of Sarah with her hair messy, flipped over her head in a side part, some strands covering her eye as she smiles while sitting in her school desk. She's not allowed to wear hats in school, another thing she dislikes about it.
"There's the blushing again," Aimeé teases.
I ignore my friend to read the text over Sarah's image.
Sarah: Spoon tonight? I'll drive.
I hold up a peace sign to photograph my response along with a typed smiley face.
"You got a date?" Darius asks. "You gonna get all prettied up?
"It's just The Spoon," I respond.
He raises his eyebrows, countering, "But you could see her in a suit."
Aimeé reacts saying, "I'm not even gay, and I wanna see that."
No kidding. I'd want to see that too, but I'm far too awkward to recommend dressing up for The Spoon. Maybe if this were a wedding, but it's not, so yeah.
"She wouldn't wear one anyway," I reply. "She's not a formal kind of person."
Darius shrugs and says, "Let's see."
Before I can react, he snatches my phone, and my fear spikes as he takes a photo of his desk.
"No, Darius, what are you—?"
I try to steal my phone back, but he blocks me with his arm, and a second later, he says, "She sent back."
Oh my gosh. I manage to get my phone back, for Darius has stopped trying to keep it, and I open the response, scared for what her answer is, but my eyes grow enormous as I read the good news on the photo.
Sarah: Formal? I have a tux I haven't worn in a while.
"Oh my gosh! Darius, I love you," I blurt.
"Send me a pic when you see her," Aimeé requests.
Fatima glances to Aimeé with a laugh, checking, "You're not gay?"
"I don't know," Aimeé discloses. "We should normalize not knowing."
I take another photo of myself and send a message back to Sarah.
Me: See you tonight.
She replies with one last picture of her with her hand on her chin, smiling while looking off to the side.
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Cara's POV
When the last bell of the day rings, everyone gathers their things, pushing their ways to their hooks where their backpacks hang, but I don't follow the crowd. I wait. My desk mate gets up from their place and turns away, and once they do, I glance around to check that no one is watching before I grab the little owl-shaped eraser from their desk cubby. I shove it in my pocket and finally stand up, the last the do so, but my teacher doesn't point it out. She's given up on deciphering my unpredictable actions.
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The Good Hair Family Sitcom
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