Yes, this is Jessie again.
So, anyway, I went into school the other day and there was this huge sign tacked up on the wall in front of the library.
Every Day's a Fairytale
Middle School Dance Hosted by Dayton Public Middle School
Dance the night away!
I was pretty much like, "what??? A DANCE!? Why not a jousting tournament!?!?"
And then I walked into my classroom and like two boys that I didn't even know walked up to me and asked me out to the dance.
"Um, I'm not even sure I'm going," I told the first one. "Sorry."
He walked away. And the next one walked up. When I told him the same thing, he took it as a no, too, and walked off, dejected.
"THERE'S A DANCE!" Maya was shrieking in the cafeteria that afternoon.
The Sisterhood Squad looked about ready to pummel her. I finally located Noah, who'd been dodging me all day, it seemed, and sat down next to him.
"So what do YOU think about the dance?" I snorted, taking a big bite out of my homemade sandwich.
He just shrugged.
I sighed. "Come on. What's bothering you?"
"You," he answered.
I frowned, finished my sandwich, and walked out.
Where I was confronted by Maurice Mendoza.
As usual, the richie from Florida who looked like Spanish royalty was far from nervous. Cockily, he walked up to me and handed me a piece of paper, walking off.
Suddenly, Noah was by my side.
"What's that?" he demanded.
I looked down at the piece of paper. "Uh... I don't know. Maurice just handed it to me."
"Well?" Noah was getting edgy. "Open it up!"
I sighed and opened it up.
And almost puked.
I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me. Leave a replying note in my bag after school.
"I'm going to be sick!" I announced.
Noah grabbed the note, looking about read to tear it up. "This is horrible!"
"I know!" I cried. "What am I going to do?!"
Noah looked up, pale. "Well, of course you're not going to go with him, are you?"
"No," I snorted. "I'll just have to leave a replying note."
I grabbed the note back from Noah and wrote:
Thanks for the invitation, but I'm afraid that I'm not going to be able to go with you. Sorry.
Noah grabbed it. "Perfect. I'll give it to him."
I snatched it back. "Of course you're not! I'M going to give it to him, because I'M the one who got the note in the first place!"
He sighed. "Fine." Then he grinned. "Wait a sec. Everybody thought that he would ask like Ladasha or Summer or Maya."
"So?" I snorted.
"Well..." Noah licked his lips, like he was coming up with this brilliant plan. "Maybe we could..."
"I am NOT going to show this off in their faces!" I declared. "That's just mean. I'm going to give Maurice the note and that's that."
"Jessie, wait." Noah grabbed my arm just as I was about to walk off.
"What?" I sighed.
"Never mind," he shrugged. "Bye."
I ran off.
What on EARTH am I going to do about this dance??