I shove the loose papers into the back of my school locker and quickly slam the door before anything can fall out. I really should organize my locker. Of course, I also need to finish my research paper, get a summer job, learn the pep rally routine, and find a prom date. Currently, finding a prom date is at the top of my “to do” list, and organizing my locker is way at the bottom.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see Jessica, my oldest friend and polar opposite. I stare at Jessica in surprise. Jessica recreates her image on a weekly basis. Apparently, her new style is “urban.” While this look is a slight improvement over her gothic faze, she appears ridiculous in the baggy jeans that are a foot too long and the huge hoodie that swallows her large frame. She has completed her new look with a big Mercedes emblem worn on a chain around her neck and a backwards baseball cap. I’m more Gap than Rocawear. And while I’m often self conscience about my tall, too thin body and my long, too straight blonde hair, shorter, rounder Jessica never lacks confidence.
“Hey, homie. Whuzzz up?” Jessica asks.
I do an eye roll at her urban lingo. “Not much.”
“Any prospects for prom?” she asks.
Jessica knows I’m in a desperate situation. I have a prom dress but no date. I’d had a date with my boyfriend, Justin, but that all ended last weekend. Justin said he had to stay home and study, so I went to the movies with Jessica. During the movie, I was disgusted by a couple three rows in front of us who locked lips through the entire flick. Unfortunately, when the lights came on, I realized the male part of the two headed make out monster was my boyfriend. The female part was varsity cheerleader Tiffany Snow, the person responsible for my loathed grade school nickname, “Nicole the Pole”.
I’m just thankful I didn’t know it was my boyfriend starring in the side show until after the movie. It would have totally distracted me from the picture, and I love Orlando Bloom. Needless to say, witnessing your boyfriend make-out with another girl has a negative affect on your relationship and prom arrangement.
“Cheer up, emo kid. The Big Man has your back,” Jessica says as she points Heavenward.
I smile. Despite Jessica’s oddities, she is a good friend and helps keep me focused on the right things.
“Thanks,” I say. The warning bell rings indicating we have two minutes until we are late for class, so I attempt to turn and run. Unfortunately, my purse strap is caught in my locker and I’m yanked backwards. This causes me to lose my balance and fall, scattering my books and the contents of my purse across the hallway.
Jessica, who is one tardy away from detention, shrugs her shoulders and mouths, “Sorry,” then jogs to class. So much for “good friend,” I think grimly.
I am on all fours, trying to crawl around the floor and collect my belongings with as much dignity as possible, when I find myself face to face with David Walker. David is a new, handsome transfer student and star baseball player.
“Okay, God,” I pray silently, “This would be a really good time for the rapture.”
David gathers my books and belongings. He pauses when he comes to my Bible.
“This is a really good study Bible. I have the same one,” he says as he stands.
Gulp. He’s talking to me. He holds out his hand to help me up. He touched me! Deep breath. Sigh.
“Hey. I’m David Walker. Who are you?”
“Nicole Livingston,” I manage to say.
“Nice to meet you,” David says with a smile. The tardy bell rings.
“I have to go. Thanks for helping me with my books.” I start to leave.
“Wait. I think this is yours,” he says as he hands me a tampon.
“Oh, thanks.” I grab the tampon, stuff it into my purse, and make a quick get away.
After school, I’m stressing about not having a prom date and my embarrassing introduction to David McDreamy, when my home phone rings.
“Nicole? This is David Walker. I met you today in the hallway. I’m new here and I was wondering . . . Would you like to go to prom with me?”
“Wow God!” I pray silently. “Sorry I stressed. You do always have my back.”
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