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She’d been on my computer that morning. This is what she looked up. This is what she left up for me to see. But she hadn’t discovered anything yet. Was she just trying to let me know that she still suspected something? That she was digging? That she’d figured something out? Why did she care so much? I signed out of her account and into mine. I brought up the real Tom ’s page and like I had hoped, his profile was still a picture of a black weight lifter that he admired. Even if mea found this page, she wouldn’t think for a minute it was the right one. I closed out the page then checked my Twitter and email.
The house phone rang and I waited for my parents to answer it before I remembered they were out for a date night. I stood and padded down the hall and into the kitchen just as the answering machine picked it up.
A voice began talking on the machine, leaving a message. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, this is Professor Hammond at UCLA calling about your son, Drew.”
I snatched the phone up, anxiety tightening my chest. “Hello, hello, I’m here.”
“Oh, hello. I was just leaving a message.”
“Is Drew okay?”
“Okay? Oh yes, of course. I’m one of his teachers and I just wanted to let you and your husband know about an award your son is winning for a short film he made.”
“I’m his sister.”
“Tia?” he asked.
Drew’s teacher knew my name? My heart swelled. I shouldn’t have felt so proud about that but I did. It meant he’d talked about me at least once. “Yes.”
“Ah, good to talk to you. Can you let your parents know? And you should come too, of course. He’ll be receiving his award and showing a small piece of his film at a banquet this Saturday. Your parents should’ve gotten an invite in the mail a couple of weeks ago, but I’m calling all the award recipients’ families just to make sure they received that. It included four tickets. It’s really a special honor. I’m sure he’d appreciate the support.”
“That’s great. Thank you for calling. I’ll let my parents know.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you Saturday.”
I hung up the phone and went to put it down but changed my mind. I dialed Drew’s number.
“Hello.”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hi. What’s up, G?”
“I just got a call from your professor. Congrats on the award.”
It was silent for three breaths. “Oh. Thanks.”
“I’m coming to the banquet.” I had just made that decision.
“I already talked to Mom and Dad about this. My teacher is making this into a bigger deal than it is. It’s not worth the three-hour drive at all. I’d rather you all come to a film festival the school is putting on next month. I have an entry in it that I’d love for you all to see.”
“I don’t mind coming twice.”
“Tia, really. It will be so boring. They’re only showing a three-minute clip and between driving here and back and then sitting through a two-hour awards ceremony, your whole day will be wasted.”
My happy feelings from before were deflated. “Okay.”
He must’ve heard the disappointment in my voice because he said, “I was just down there.”
“But we hardly saw each other.”
“I’ll make you a deal. Next time I’m down, we’ll go out, just the two of us.”
I couldn’t remember the last time we’d done that. “Okay.”
“Good. See you next month.” He hung up the phone. He was right. It was probably pointless to go all the way to LA for a three-minute highlight.
My parents came in carrying bags that they set on the counter in the kitchen.
“You’re home,” my mom said.
“I am. You went to the grocery store for your date night?”
“No, we just stopped by on the way home.” She unloaded a gallon of milk. “How was your day?”
“Fun.”
My dad tousled my hair. “Did the surfer dude teach you anything good?”
“He taught me never to call him a surfer dude.”
My dad laughed.
“Drew’s professor called about an award he’ll be getting on Saturday.”
“That was nice of him to call.”
“Are you going?” I asked even though Drew had assured me they weren’t.
“We were going to, but Drew told us it wasn’t worth it. He wants us to come next month.”
“We should go anyway,” I said. “Surprise him. He probably just doesn’t want to inconvenience us.”
My dad pointed to the cupboard above the fridge. “I still have the tickets they sent.”
“I scheduled some open houses for Saturday,” my mom said, unloading vegetables into the fridge.
“Oh.” My eyes drifted to my dad, thinking about suggesting a father/daughter outing, but he shrugged as if he had accepted my mom’s excuse.
“We should probably honor Drew’s wishes.”
“But like I said, maybe he was just saying that to be nice but really wants us to come.”
“I don’t want to argue about this, Tia,” my mom said.
I stopped midbreath. “I wasn’t.”
“The decision has been made.”
“Right.” I sighed. “I’m going to go clean my room.”
“Thank you,” my mom said as I headed out of the kitchen.
I smiled. “Nice. Payback is so fun.”“And immature.”“So immature. Is she going to kill us?”“Absolutely. But in the meantime . . .” His lips found mine again and I relaxed into him.Thanks for reading I hope u liked my story? till next timeI hope u guys leave a comment of what you think of the story.Should I add more or is the ending good?I really had fun with this story because it was me imagining of what it would be like to have some love you like the way hayden did ?I will be writing on my new story I hope you all will read it to thanks again ?
I scanned the crowd again. Things felt different tonight. Normally people were saying hi or talking to me, trying to catch my eye. Tonight eyes drifted past mine without thought or interest. Things had shifted. It didn’t sting as much as I thought it would. I didn’t deserve to be noticed any more than anyone else, especially because I rarely tried to notice people back. I was still working on being better about that.There was a group that was getting a lot of notice. I hadn’t thought Claire, Laney, and Mea would come, not after their reaction to my public apology. Dirty looks during the rally had been followed by complete radio silence since, but they had come. It wasn’t to make up with me, though, because they’d pointedly ignored me all night. And they were surrounded by people.My boyfriend had his own graduation party tonight, and his sister, my only friend at the present time, was only a junior. So that’s how I cam
“Tom is waiting for me. We drove together up here.”“Tom is still here?” I looked around, waiting for him to appear out of nowhere again.“Not here but I left him at a driving range.”“Golf?”“Yes.”“I didn’t know he liked golf.”“Yeah, he doesn’t know much about you either.”“It’s pathetic, I know.”“What’s pathetic is that I am going to be stuck driving with him for the next three hours and we have absolutely nothing in common.”I laughed and gave him a hug. “Thanks for the thought. Thanks for . . . Thanks.”Five minutes after my brother left, my mom walked in the front door. She paused when she saw me then quickly replaced her open mouth of surprise with a smile. “tia, hi. You’re home.”I stood. “Mom, no need to pretend you’re not upset. I was really mean to you this
“She had a rough day. Everyone at school is gossiping about her. I think her friends must’ve found out about prom. You need to talk to her.”Hayden’s playful act was gone as his whole face turned serious. He looked at me. My smile had disappeared too.“I’m sorry,” he said. “I had no idea.”“Don’t tell me that,” Bec said. “Tell her.”“I will.”“What?”“I have to go.”He hung up to her objections then pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry.”I shrugged. “It’s fine.”“You did not just say that.”I laughed a little. “Okay, it sucks. My best friend won’t talk to me.”“Claire?”“Yes. I tried to apologize. She’s really mad. Not that I blame her. I’d be mad too, but I think she doesn’t want to be my roommate anymore. She and mea are going to room together.”
I nodded, our faces still very close together.“My preference is simple—you.”“That was not a yes-or-no answer. You just broke the ru—”He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. They were so warm that my whole body seemed to melt against him. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss as he did. My hands found his hair, not needing an excuse to touch him this time, knowing I could do this whenever I wanted.A shiver went through me and he smiled against my lips. “So, not a disappointment?”I didn’t answer, just kissed him more.We sat on the ground, our backs pressed up against the Camaro, our shoulders pressed together, tossing a baseball back and forth between his right hand and my left.“Thank you,” he said after we’d completed several catches each.“For what?”
I pulled my arm back and threw the ball with all my might. It hit the door with a loud clank then bounced off and rolled across the ground. The ding it left in the rusted door was hardly noticeable and only heightened my need to do damage. Real damage. I picked up another ball and hurled it. Then another.Soon it wasn’t just Hayden I was trying to crush but mea and my parents, Drew and myself. I reached down for another ball and felt nothing but dirt. I had thrown them all. My heart rate was high and my cheeks were wet with sweat and maybe a few tears.I started to gather the balls when behind me I heard, “Do you want to throw a few at the actual person those are intended for or is the car satisfying enough?”I whirled around. Hayden held out his arms like he was really giving me permission to pelt him. It was tempting.My shoulders rose and fell several times. After the week I’d had, I