Access Denied (and other eighth grade error messages) (27 page)
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Authors: Denise Vega
Tags: #JUV039060
Mark & I shot hoops today & well…
THINGS THAT ARE WEIRD ABOUT PLAYING HOOPS W/ A GUY YOU USED TO HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON WHO NOW MAY HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON YOU
WHEN YOU HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON SOMEONE ELSE
He looks different, even tho he hasn’t done anything 2 look different.
He seems… young.
He checks u out when he thinks u don’t know.
He acts nervous around u.
U find yourself giving him shots cuz u don’t want 2 risk getting tangled going up 4 a block.
U can feel that he wants 2 say SOMETHING & u say stupid stuff so that he won’t say SOMETHING.
U feel bad & aren’t sure why.
....................Flirting True or False....................
During a basketball game, r the following situations considered flirting?
He punches u almost every time u check the ball.
He holds yr gaze longer than feels normal 4 just friends.
He teases u abt yr strong-arm jump shot w/ a look he’s never used b4.
When u give him a high 5, he holds yr hand a few secs b4 letting go.
I have no idea what 2 do w/ this info—darn that Harry & Sally.
HOLLOW-WEENIES
“THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY life when even my parents are going to a fun costume party and I’m not,” I said to Rosie
as I put the first
Twilight Zone
DVD into the player. Jilly was going to some big Halloween party with her family and Bus Boy would be there too. Mark was
going to a party with a girl from C Track and Tyler and Carla were going to the same one.
“I don’t want anyone else over besides Rosie,” my mom had said before they left. “No boys. No other girls. No one else. I
mean it.”
“I
know,
” I had said. “You’ve said it a zillion times.” What did she think I was going to do, throw a big party like Chris had? Hardly.
He’d ruined it for me by getting reported on by the nosy neighbors. I knew they were all on high alert, probably with binoculars
trained on the house whenever my parents were gone.
Rosie set the popcorn and Coke on the coffee table. “You could have gone to lots of parties, Erin,” she said. “You didn’t
want to.”
“I didn’t want to hear my mom say no one more time,” I said. “Besides, even if I could have gone, I didn’t want to risk seeing
Blake or Kara or someone else who might hate me.”
“They don’t hate you,” Rosie said. “They’re just feeling dissed. They’ll get over it.”