Confessions of a Queen B* by Crista McHugh

Author:Crista McHugh [McHugh, Crista]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary Young Adult, Young Adult Romance
Publisher: Crista McHugh
Published: 2015-10-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Contrary to the popular belief that all white people think all Asians look the same, we can tell you apart, Katie Chen. And that was your older sister taking the SATs under your name last weekend, not you. Maybe if you spent more time studying and less time at the mall, you would’ve felt more comfortable taking them for yourself.”

The Eastline Spy

April, Junior Year

I woke up Monday morning still debating if I should apologize to Brett.

By the time I got to school, I had my answer.

Brett stood by my locker, chatting with a couple of his friends. As soon as he saw me, he gave me the doll, his face cold and unreadable, and left without saying a word.

Yeah, I’d really screwed up.

A steel rod of indignation kept my head held high, though. If that was the way he wanted it to be, then so be it. I didn’t need him. And once we were done with this project, I wouldn’t have to interact with him for the rest of the school year.

Just the way I liked it.

Except, when I sat down at my table during health class, I was alone.

Brett had chosen to go back to his original seat in the front of the class with Sanchez.

My stomach sank as the bell rang and Mr. DePaul started talking about the effect of stress on the body. I unstrapped the doll carrier and laid it to the side so I could take notes, but my head really wasn’t into the lecture. For someone who hadn’t had to share a table with anyone since her sophomore year, I actually missed Brett’s constant interruptions. They made this ridiculous class more bearable.

How far was I willing to go to get him back to my table? Obviously, I had to offer him something. It wasn’t prime real estate as far as getting noticed by the teacher went, which could actually be a perk. I’d even be willing to smile once in a while if it meant he kept me from drooling on my laptop as I was nodding off to sleep.

But apologize? Maybe, if I absolutely had to.

I zoned out as I tried to find a way to entice Brett back without jeopardizing my “niche.” I could text him. Slip him a note. Offer him a can of Red Bull with the next baby exchange. Offer to take the doll on Thursday night so he could rest up for the game (that was pushing it, though, because that meant I’d be on board with the whole “Go, Team!” agenda).

When I came out of my head, Mr. DePaul was pointing to things on a table. I read the title. Stress Scale for Teens. Then I scanned the list. No wonder I wanted to stay home sick most days.

Or why I felt sick to my stomach as I struggled over this whole Brett issue.

“And since you can see that an unplanned pregnancy and fathering a child are significantly stressful events that can affect your health, I decided to keep you paired up with your baby partners for this week’s assignment.

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