out of the car like somebody was going to grab me. Inside, I sort of sank down on the floor and had a full-on cry fest for a few minutes. I felt sick to my stomach, like I was going to throw up.
I just wanted to stay on the floor, but then Stace texted me to say they were on their way home. I was just glad she hadn’t called me, because I was a huge mess. Finally I picked myself up off the floor and went upstairs to shower and change before grabbing a bunch of stuff from my room.
By the time Mom called on my cell to give me an update on Grams, I had it mostly together, so she didn’t get suspicious. After we hung up, I went and got the poem I had written about Jayden out of my dresser drawer. I wasn’t even sure why I wanted to see it now. It was kind of stupid, but reading about his blue eyes and half-smile made me feel better. Sitting down on the couch in the living room, I took out my phone and brought up the text with the photo of Jayden.
Yeah, I could totally see girls stalking him, but I still didn’t get Mike Jensen stalking m e, though. … Unless it was just another thrill for him — scaring some inexperienced little bookworm. He was psycho, and he did seem to like watching me squirm.
I texted Stace that I was running a little late before turning on the oven and collecting the ingredients for brownies. It was kind of soothing just standing there and cracking eggs and sifting flour. When I started melting the butter and the baking chocolate together, I was really tempted to make an extra batch for Jayden. I just couldn’t think of a way to do it where it wouldn’t cause trouble. Besides, we weren’t going out or anything. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that he was just helping me because Mike was a scary jerk.
End of story.
It made me ache, though, just thinking about how Jayden never would’ve asked me to the dance — or even noticed me at all — if Mike hadn’t made the stupid bet with him. Because which was worse? Never getting kissed by Jayden in the first place — or getting to kiss him only because of Mike Jensen?
After stirring in the sugar, I added the eggs from the bowl. When I finished mixing everything, I poured the batter into the baking dish and licked the spoon, even though my mom was always warning me about salmonella. Then I sprinkled chocolate chips over the top of the batter.
I put the brownies in the oven and set the timer. While I waited, Stace texted me — two more times — seriously impatient until I wrote back that I was bringing over a batch of Mom’s brownies.
I smiled when she texted back “Can’t wait!!” Stace was pretty easy to please. Poor Kelly, on the other hand, was always worried about her figure since her step-mom kept telling her she was getting chubby, which was so not true! And her step-mom being so mean made me feel a little better about Kelly swiping the realtor keys from her.
Right now, I was just looking forward to hanging out with Stace, eating brownies, and trying not to think about guys in general. Before the stupid Valentine’s Day dance I hadn’t had any reason to even worry about guys!
Yeah, I sometimes secretly thought about Jayden Stone — but that was totally different than actually kissing him. Besides, we had nothing in common. I was quiet, shy, always reading a book. Jayden was center of attention and star of the baseball team. Plus, girls screamed like psychos if he even laid a hand on his guitar.
The timer for the brownies went off, and I waited for them to cool a little bit before wrapping the dish in foil, packing some stuff for lunch the next day, and grabbing my overnight bag. When I got to Stace’s house, her mom beamed at the sight of the brownies. They’re actually more like fudge than brownies — thick and gooey, so chocolaty.
By the end of the night, I finally told Stace everything, including about Mike Jensen being a crazy stalker. I made sure to swear her to secrecy, and I could tell that she was in major
I just wanted to stay on the floor, but then Stace texted me to say they were on their way home. I was just glad she hadn’t called me, because I was a huge mess. Finally I picked myself up off the floor and went upstairs to shower and change before grabbing a bunch of stuff from my room.
By the time Mom called on my cell to give me an update on Grams, I had it mostly together, so she didn’t get suspicious. After we hung up, I went and got the poem I had written about Jayden out of my dresser drawer. I wasn’t even sure why I wanted to see it now. It was kind of stupid, but reading about his blue eyes and half-smile made me feel better. Sitting down on the couch in the living room, I took out my phone and brought up the text with the photo of Jayden.
Yeah, I could totally see girls stalking him, but I still didn’t get Mike Jensen stalking m e, though. … Unless it was just another thrill for him — scaring some inexperienced little bookworm. He was psycho, and he did seem to like watching me squirm.
I texted Stace that I was running a little late before turning on the oven and collecting the ingredients for brownies. It was kind of soothing just standing there and cracking eggs and sifting flour. When I started melting the butter and the baking chocolate together, I was really tempted to make an extra batch for Jayden. I just couldn’t think of a way to do it where it wouldn’t cause trouble. Besides, we weren’t going out or anything. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that he was just helping me because Mike was a scary jerk.
End of story.
It made me ache, though, just thinking about how Jayden never would’ve asked me to the dance — or even noticed me at all — if Mike hadn’t made the stupid bet with him. Because which was worse? Never getting kissed by Jayden in the first place — or getting to kiss him only because of Mike Jensen?
After stirring in the sugar, I added the eggs from the bowl. When I finished mixing everything, I poured the batter into the baking dish and licked the spoon, even though my mom was always warning me about salmonella. Then I sprinkled chocolate chips over the top of the batter.
I put the brownies in the oven and set the timer. While I waited, Stace texted me — two more times — seriously impatient until I wrote back that I was bringing over a batch of Mom’s brownies.
I smiled when she texted back “Can’t wait!!” Stace was pretty easy to please. Poor Kelly, on the other hand, was always worried about her figure since her step-mom kept telling her she was getting chubby, which was so not true! And her step-mom being so mean made me feel a little better about Kelly swiping the realtor keys from her.
Right now, I was just looking forward to hanging out with Stace, eating brownies, and trying not to think about guys in general. Before the stupid Valentine’s Day dance I hadn’t had any reason to even worry about guys!
Yeah, I sometimes secretly thought about Jayden Stone — but that was totally different than actually kissing him. Besides, we had nothing in common. I was quiet, shy, always reading a book. Jayden was center of attention and star of the baseball team. Plus, girls screamed like psychos if he even laid a hand on his guitar.
The timer for the brownies went off, and I waited for them to cool a little bit before wrapping the dish in foil, packing some stuff for lunch the next day, and grabbing my overnight bag. When I got to Stace’s house, her mom beamed at the sight of the brownies. They’re actually more like fudge than brownies — thick and gooey, so chocolaty.
By the end of the night, I finally told Stace everything, including about Mike Jensen being a crazy stalker. I made sure to swear her to secrecy, and I could tell that she was in major
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