Making Bad Choices by Rita Stradling

Author:Rita Stradling [Stradling, Rita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 33139000
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-01-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Zoe leaned in between our desks in first period. “Cassie, I have something you’ll want to see.”

“The paper?” I asked, biting my lip in nervousness.

The bell rang, settling the class into a quiet whispering waiting. At the front of the class, Mr. Davis rearranged a pyramid of books that kept toppling off his desk.

Zoe gave me an excited smile, passing a small, folded booklet between our desks.

Taking it, the smell of freshly applied ink rose up to meet me. I set the paper on my desk, smiling down at the cover. Under a picture of a school janitor, large words in bold font read: New feature in The Bulvin Times, Comic strip on page five by Cassie Michaels and Tyler Fuller.

Turning to page five, I found that Ms. Hamilton had dedicated most of the page to our comic. It looked great, actually. The pictures transferred well to paper, no pixilation or blurring.

I felt Culter lean in toward me, feeling the warmth of him close to my side. Culter had not kissed me as promised yesterday. We spent the entire day doing silly or necessary stuff. After the movies, we went grocery shopping. Back at the house, he’d started a movie, pulled me into him lying on the couch, and passed out practically wrapped around me—not that I minded. Culter was such a boy, always eating or sleeping. But we had two days to be together, and I’d expected he wanted to make good use of that time. Instead, he wanted to watch eighties movies with me wrapped tightly in his arms.

I woke this morning with both an arm and leg holding me in place, his face pressed into my hair. And for the first time in probably six months, I woke smiling.

As Mr. Davis called the classes’ attention, Culter whispered, “Cassie, can I see your paper?”

I glanced over to Zoe, and when she shrugged, handed it over to Culter. A wide smile spread over his beautiful face as his eyes moved over the paper.

“Psst, give it over,” Spencer whispered from close behind me. He didn’t wait, though, his hand moved between the desks and took the paper off Culter’s desk.

“Hey, let me see that,” Beefy said, too.

I cringed at his volume and sure enough, Mr. Davis’ eyes found us like a dog sensing spilled leftovers.

“What’s going on over there, guys? Secrets?” he called from the front of the class.

We all turned forward, staring attentively at our not-pleased, bearded teacher.

“Just the school paper, sir,” Spencer said, holding up the paper right next to my shoulder. “Trying to stay informed about current events.”

Mr. Davis held a hand out. “As much as I applaud your pursuit of education, Mr. Shilland, I would prefer it was focused on world literature within the walls of my classroom. Pass it forward.”

The whole class watched us closely as we passed the paper up the row to Mr. Davis.

“Sorry,” I whispered to Zoe.

She shrugged. “I can get another one after second period, anyway.”

When Mr. Davis took the paper, he scanned the cover.

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