Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 5The Love Intervention
Jen's death-grip of my math homework was nothing compared to Caitlin's chokehold on my arm. I even tried distracting her by announcing fake sales at the stores we passed, but she continued to pull me closer to our final destination. She almost stopped once outside of this one shoe store, but then we could hear Jonesy laughing and she started walking again. I didn't have the guts to ask her what she planned on doing, but I knew it had something to do with Jude--and that was all it took for me to start sweating profusely.
We stopped a couple steps away from the mall's gigantic water fountain. In the near distance, Jonesy was pulling various girls over to tell them Jude was available, but most of them looked completely uninterested. Once, this pretty blonde girl looked like she might've said yes to a date, if Jude hadn't burped right in her face when she tried whispering something in his ear.
Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 4Trigonometry Homework Mishap
You'll be happy to know my knees didn't lock up at all that day, nor did I fall flat on my face or vomit from the jumpy nerves (which I'm prone to do). Actually, spending my break at the skate park was quite relaxing; I leaned against this rail almost the whole time, just watching Jude as he kickflipped, ollied, and did all sorts of other nameless tricks, most of which took place on the half-pipe (okay, so I knew a few terms). It was also a relief to know that watching him wouldn't be perceived as strange; he expected to have an attentive audience, so staring was permitted. In all honesty, however, I must admit that I didn't exactly focus on his skating the whole time . . . actually, I usually just stared at him to, well, stare at him.
I also peeked over my shoulder every once in a while to make sure Zac wasn't lurking any place nearby; he has a really bad habit of invading my personal space without me even realizing
Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 3Zac Attack
The next few days at the mall passed without much excitement. In-between waiting for customers to show up (which only happened every once in a great while), I spent the majority of my time working on homework and trying to understand exactly why so many Greek letters are used in mathematics. When I tired of pi and theta, there was biochemistry and physics to keep my mind engaged. The homework was so intense; I'd gotten into the habit of simply putting the pencil behind my ear whenever someone showed up thirsty at the Slush Shop counter. That way, I could just resume working on the impossible equations and whatnot whenever the customer left.
Luckily, Wyatt usually stopped by whenever he was on a coffee break. I was shocked to learn he had such an acute caffeine addiction; it would've worried me if I hadn't been so utterly consumed by countless other worries. Nevertheless, his visits were a great reprieve
Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 2Puerto Rico Eyes
Eating within the mall seemed to make the most sense, so I decided to dine at the
infamous Burger McFlipster's. Apparently, the employees are required to sing
while filling your order, so I decided to check it out. Shirley, the girl covering the
next shift at the Slush Shop, told me the one guy was cute, too, so it couldn't be that
bad. Besides, I was really in the mood for a burger.
I left my apron behind the counter at the Slush Shop, so I finally got the chance to
walk around without being called Mariquita. The hot pink was a bit bright for my
tastes, anyway; I much preferred my dark green, shoulder-less, long-sleeved
sweater and plaid miniskirt. Darker colors tend to attract less attention, and I'm not
exactly a huge fan of the spotlight. Dark green's also my favorite color, as it's very
comforting, easy on the eyes, and just plain serene.
Anyway, back to the story. Burger McFlipster's is quite an interesting venue, with
glossy metal and a color scheme remin