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| Chapter Eight | Entry #528037 |
Violet emerged from the lunch line to find Christian sitting next to Drake at their normal lunch table. From where Violet stood, Christian looked very amused as Drake tried to explain something very serious to him.
Violet sighed, shook her head, and walked over to the table, ignoring, as she usually did, the hustle and bustle of third lunch. As soon as she reached the table and sat down, Drake popped out of his seat.
"I forgot ketchup," he said and walked off.
Violet turned her head to watch him walk off. When she turned back to Christian, she gave him a very confused look. "What was all that about?"
Christian was smiling pretty radiantly. "He's very protective of you."
Violet's confusion deepend. "What did he say to you?"
Christian couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a loud laugh. "He wanted to know what my intentions were."
Violet gawked at him. "Are you serious?"
Christian nodded and moved around the table to sit by Violet as Drake returned to them. Violet could tell that Drake knew he was in trouble. He refused to meet her eye and fiddled with random items on his tray while Violet fixed a death glare on him.
Christian leaned over to her. "It's okay, really."
"No, it's not," she answered through gritted teeth.
Drake finally seemed to realize that she wasn't going to let him off. He looked to the left and right then up at her. "What?" he asked quietly.
She was about to really lay it on him when a blustering girl parked at their table. She had frizzy brown hair, a lagre stomach, and a wardrobe that consisted primarily of hot pink. She dropped down next to Drake, a grin on her face. "Hi, Drake."
Drake's eyes were still on Violet, but when he heard his name, he blinked and turned to the girl. "Oh. Hey, Marla."
"So, I was thinking about this weekend."
"Oh, this weekend isn't good for me," Drake interrupted.
Marla's face dropped.
"Why isn't this weekend good for you?" Violet demanded.
Drake looked at her, his eyes wide. "Because I have to work."
Violet narrowed her eyes. "You don't work the whole day, Drake."
Now Drake was as mad at Violet as she had been at him. He let out a breath and turned to Marla, who was waiting patiently. He forced a smile. "This weekend is fine, Marla. I'll call you."
She smiled so big that Violet thought her face would break. "Okay!" She hopped out of the seat and rushed to a table on the other side of the cafeteria where she sat in a group of girls, all who giggled as one and turned to stare at Drake.
Violet couldn't help it. She threw her head back and laughed.
"Are you serious?" She asked between gulps of air. "That's the girl that you're going to use to prove to me that you can get a second date?"
Drake's mouth dropped open. "Marla? No. That's the girl I promised like four months ago that I would hang out with." He leaned to the right and smiled past Violet's shoulder. "That's the girl that I'm going to use to prove that I can get a second date."
Both Christian and Violet turned to follow Drake's line of vision.
Two tables away sat a blonde who was smiling in Drake's direction. Her shirt was a little too tight and didn't quite reach the waistband of her denim mini skirt.
Violet spun back around, feeling naseous, and saw that Drake was no longer staring at the blonde, but was staring at her, the smile gone from his face.
"What's her name?" Violet asked.
Drake only blinked at her for a second, then let out a breath. "Andria."
"Andria?" It wasn't an-dria. It was on-dria. Can you say pretentious? "She doesn't exactly seem like an innocent school girl."
"Isn't that the point?" Christian asked, a smile on his face.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Christian's smile disappeared. "Nothing. I just mean that, you know, she's the kind of girl that someone like Drake would want a second date with."
Drake's eyes were on Christian. "What do you mean, someone like Drake?"
Christian looked back and forth between Drake and Violet. "You know what, I'm gonna shut up about all that."
Violet looked back at Drake who didn't seem very happy. He looked down at his tray.
Christian looked at him for a few seconds before turning back to Violet. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over to the video store today after school. I have a free period, so I work during fourth, but I thought maybe me and you could grab a bite to eat during my break."
Violet didn't take her eyes off of Drake until Christian stopped talking. She looked at him. "Not today, okay?" That's all she said before turning back to Drake who had looked up at her.
"Why not?"
Violet racked her brain for a good excuse. "Um. Lots of homework."
Both Drake and Violet watched Christian as he realized that Violet really didn't have that much homework, but that she simply didn't want to visit Christian at the book store that day. He nodded. "Okay. That's cool. Maybe tomorrow then."
"Yeah. Maybe."
When Christian had made an excuse and left the cafeteria, Drake finally spoke. "Why did you tell him you had homework? You can finish your homework in five seconds."
"Yes, I know. I just don't feel like going to the video store today."
Drake nodded, and Violet could tell that he didn't understand. "So, when are you going out with Andria?" she asked to change the subject.
Drake's eyes met Violet's. "I was supposed to see her this weekend, but now I'm going out with Marla instead." He stood from the table and walked away.
"That'll be twelve-eight-four, ma'am."
The old woman's hand shook as she rumaged through her purse to find exact change.
Maggie waited patienly. She had no reason to rush the woman, it wasn't as if she had anything more important to do. Her eyes began to wander to the video store across the street just in time to see Violet standing outside. What was she doing? She was standing off to the side, as if she didn't want anybody from inside the store to see her waiting outside.
What was she doing?
"Ma'am?"
Maggie looked at the woman standing in front of her, holding out the money for her purchase. She took the money, handed the woman her bag, then waited until the shop emptied again before turning her eyes to the video store again.
Violet wasn't going inside the store. She was climbing into her car and driving off. Now what had that been about?
That was exactly what she asked Violet when she walked into the house that night. Violet was sitting ont he couch next to Darcy, reading a book when Maggie walked into the living room. But when she asked her daughter what she had been doing outside the video store that afternoon, Violet's head shot up, and she almost dropped her book.
"Um. I didn't...I wasn't sure if...I couldn't..."
Maggie waited patiently for her daughter to answer the question. She sat down on the loveseat next to the couch, and put her chin in her hands.
Violet straightened on the couch and looked at her mother. "I went to see someone, but then decided that it wasn't a good idea."
Maggie was so happy that she almost broke out in a grin. Her daughter had gone to see Christian. She was sure of it. But she asked, "Who did you go to see?"
Violet looked down at the floor, then hesitantly met her mother's eyes. "No one you know."
Maggie shrugged. "Who cares if I know him? Tell me."
"How do you know it's a him?"
Maggie looked at Darcy. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought the dog was on Violet's side, the way he was studying Maggie.
Maggie shrugged. "It was just a guess." She smiled. "Or more of a hope."
Violet's brow furrowed. "A hope?"
"That you were going to see a boy. Were you?"
Violet's expression showed that she no longer cared what she told her mother. She looked thoughtful, concerned. "Yes."
Maggie smiled. "Name?"
Violet sighed and leaned back on the couch, looking down at her book again. " Christian. Christian Brite. The boy I went out with last night."
Maggie nodded, trying to seem like she had a vague recollection of the name. "So, what went wrong? Why didn't you go in?"
Violet shrugged. "It was just a better idea not to."
Maggie's eyebrows went up. "Let me guess, going in would have given him the wrong idea?"
Violet's knee began an up and down motion. She pursed her lips and looked out into space for a few seconds. Then her eyes met Maggie's. "I'm not sure."
Maggie could tell that Violet was telling the whole truth. Suddenly, she didn't feel so devious. "What are you so unsure about?" she asked, leaning into her daughter.
Violet let out a breath. "It's like...I want to see him because he's a nice guy, but I feel like if I go out of my way to see him, he might think that I think that we're an item. And I'm not sure we are."
Maggie's mouth was open a little in surprise. If Violet was this uncomfortable about their relationship, then Christian wasn't really doing his job. But then, he'd only taken her out on one date. A date that seemed to confuse her.
Maggie realized that Violet was still talking. "But he asked me to go to his work."
Maggie's eyesbrows nit together in confusion. "If he asked you, then why would you think he would get the wrong idea if you showed up?"
Violet sighed again. "I don't know. I guess I'm just stupid." She sent her mother a smile, and turned back to her book, signaling the end of the conversation.
Maggie took the hint and went to her room, deciding how she would help this process along. |
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