Romance with a twist., Lora Carlson [e textbook reader .TXT] 📗

/> When I got to class I sat down and took out my cell. It ringed and almost scared me half to death, considering my ring tone for Tina is funeral organs (he he). It said: Amanda I will get u 4 that so b ready from Tina
I snapped my phone closed. I think she’s crazy and when class was over I told Tracy in the hall between classes.
“Guess what Tina texted me.”
“What? Tell me!” Tracy practically screamed. (She has a thing for getting people into trouble for electronically bullying).
“She said that she would take revenge on me for the report.”
Tracy got a serious look on her face and said, “Save that text just in case something happens, so you can show the principal and prove that she threatened you!”
“Why do you think I saved my report? I’m making sure that if she does anything, I can prove that she has it in for me.” I smiled wickedly and Tracy started to smile too.
“Good thinking! She is just making it worse every time she leaves something she writes to you… you’ve got her red handed!”
“Don’t you mean purple penned?” We both started laughing so hard tears were starting to form in our eyes. We had to hold onto each other so we wouldn’t fall over. Just then the bell rang, so we got ready to run to our next class.
Tina rounded the corner and saw us laughing. “What are you two losers so happy about? Don’t you know no one likes you?”
“Whatev Tina! Forget about it, lets get to class.” I grinned at Tracy and we turned our backs on her and walked casually down the hall.

When we got to math Tracy and I sat down. Roger walked up to me and said “uh… Amanda can I um… you see I kinda need to um… borrow a pen?” He might have said that, but I knew he meant “can you introduce me to Tina” because he kept looking over at her and kind of nodding in her direction. Roger is kinda my friend and all but sometimes he is SO CLUELESS… well, he’s not really my friend but he calls me that so in his mind, we are friends. But in reality he annoys me to death so I give him my blue pen and make him walk away.
Miss Benison our math teacher is, I’m not going to lie, very overweight. She has black ear length hair, like that evil lady from Indiana Jones 4, green eyes and loves, and I mean LOVES the color blue. Today she is wearing a blue blouse with a light blue skirt and a lot of blue eye shadow. She turns around and announces in her thick Irish accent “Today class we have a pop quiz.” Before we all start groaning too loud she says, “First off, I need to tell you all about the Halloween dance in two weeks!”
I grinned at Tracy but then I looked past her and saw Tina glance at me smugly and lean back in her chair. I returned my gaze to Miss Benison and listened intently.
“The Halloween dance is the one and only time during the school year where you get to wear costumes, dance all night and have contests. Just some of those contests are as follows: best costume, scariest costume, sweetest costume and so on.”
We all started getting excited and whispering to each other about what we wanted to wear and who we thought might go to the dance together. Then Miss Benison cleared her throat to get our attention and said, “Now its time for your pop quiz.”
The whole class sighs/groans and reached down into their backpacks for pens and pencils. I take out my pencil and sit and wait for my quiz while watching everyone still digging in their backpacks. I look over at Tina and watch her take out a purple pencil that has a little chain around the eraser with a purple pom-pom at the end of it, but what’s really weird is that she pushes a little button and the eraser pops open and perfume comes out. The perfume smells like candy and is so strong that Tracy and I both gag.
Tracy whimpers, “Tina are you trying to poison the class?, because it’s working!”
“No,” Tina sneers back, “I’m not, it’s my perfume.”
“Well it’s killing me anyway!” with that Tracy starts making choking noises and falls on the floor grabbing at nothing (those drama classes sure paid off) and Tina’s face turns so red that she looks like a ugly tomato (no offensive to tomato’s). The entire class starts laughing, including me. Katrina starts to pass out the pop quizzes. Miss Benison is writing homework assignments on the board and turns around to see what all the noise is about. She doesn’t seem to be able to figure it out, so she scowls and we all try to stop laughing. When she doesn’t turn back around and keeps staring at us, we get real quiet and look down at our quizzes. I glance up and see that Miss Benison is wrinkling her nose. She must have just smelled Tina’s perfume. She opens the window and fans her face with some papers as we work on the quiz. I can’t help but smile to myself as I write.
When were done with them Katrina takes them up to the front of the room and gives them to Miss Benison. Miss Benison sets them down on her desk, writes a math problem on the chalkboard and asks, “Tina would you like to solve this for me?”
Tina replies, with a big smile and a flip of her hair, “Absolutely!”
Tina stands up takes out her own purple chalk and walks up to the front of the room. As she passes people, she looks at everyone as she passes them, like she’s a queen and we are the peasants. I look at her and see her nod at Katrina who quickly gets up and sneaks out of the room while Tina distracts Miss Benison by showing her the chalk she brought from home. Katrina comes back about three minutes later and says “uhh… Miss B, Mr. R wants to see you.”
Miss Benison looks a little confused, but nods to Tina and tells her to complete the problem while she’s gone. When Miss Benison walked out of the room, Tina’s wrist came alive and starts to write super fast. When she stepped away everyone’s jaws dropped including Tracy’s and mine because the bored said: Did you know that Amanda Jones collects unicorns and has a crush on Liam T. (From Tina H.)
The second after I read that I took a picture of it on my cell. Then I stood up and walked up to Tina, took her chalk right out of her hand, turned to the letter and wrote under what she wrote it said: she said that about me because she’s mad at me. Just think what she would write or say about you if she got mad at you. And neither of those things are true! (Think about it )
After that the bell rang for lunch, I quickly erase what I had written but not what Tina wrote. When Tracy and I get to the cafeteria we get our food and sit down at our table where we always sit. No one else will sit at our table because if they do they know that after that there is no chance for them to become popular or stay popular. Cause we are the queens of unpopularness. Go us.
During lunch I’m about to take a bite of plastic (grilled cheese sandwich) when Roger walks up to me and asks, “ um… Amy can you uhh… introduce me to um… Tina?”
I shrug and smile at Tracy, “Sure, why not!” (I wink at her slyly)
“Really? Thanks a lot Amy I owe you!” he practically gushes! He really doesn’t pay much attention to what’s happening around him does he? So I stand up, push Roger out of the way (he’s got terrible balance and tips right over), since he doesn’t seem to understand that he needs to make room for me and walk to the popular table were Tina and Liam are talking. Roger stands up, brushes himself off and runs after me. When I get there I look up and see Liam looking at me. I start to feel weird like when you like someone and you just feel weird around them. To Tina I say “ Tina this is Roger Maxwell, Roger this is Tina Harrison” I turn to Roger and whisper, “ Now are you satisfied?” He says a little too loud, “ Yes, thank you Amy, I mean Amanda.” He sorta stutters, so I walk away leaving Roger with Tina. As I’m leaving I hear them,
“So, Roger umm how are you?”
“Great, what about you?” It’s amazing he’s not saying um!
“I’m fine…” Tina looks at Liam, like what a dork, and smiles.
“You look very lovely Tina.”
“Why thank you Roger.” She blushes and then gives him her boy magnet smile where she shows all her teeth and kind of shies away. Then she invited him to sit with her and I couldn’t believe it! As I start to look away, I can’t help but notice that Liam was watching me almost like longingly, it was starting to freak me out.
After lunch Tracy and I were walking down the hallway talking about stuff when we walked past a poster for the Halloween dance and we kinda just walked past it but I stopped in my tracks when I glanced at the word DANCE I walked backwards and stared at the poster and read aloud what it said,
“This year’s Halloween dance has a new feature!
EVERYONE
Has to know how to dance! Ballroom dancing at it’s best!
And we need people to be on the decorations committee… we’ll only take SIX people, so sign up today”

I was thinking: “has to know how to dance!” I can’t even swing my hips much less ballroom dance!
I must have been making a face cause Tracy says to me, “Amanda are you OK?”
“Yeah, just freaking out cause I CAN’T DANCE!”
Liam happened to be walking past at just that moment and heard me say that I can’t dance. He paused for just a second and he said, “What? Ballroom dance? Well I guess you’re going to have to learn, right?” then he smiles at me as he walks past and I get an uncomfortable feeling that he was saying this for a reason.
As he’s walking away I yell, “Well duh! What else am I suppose to do stand there like a dork?!” More quietly I say “ Jerk” and Tracy and I walk to Social Studies.
After school Tracy and I were walking home and of all people Liam jogged up next to me and says to Tracy, “Hey Tracy. Could Amanda and I have a moment alone?”
Tracy winks at me and teasingly says, “Sure whatever you say.” in a silky voice and walks ahead. I blush as much out of anger as embarrassment.
Liam says, more to his shoes than me; “ I can teach you to ballroom dance.”
I said, “What did you say?” I