Mr. Wicked by Maya Hughes

Author:Maya Hughes [Hughes, Maya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

14

FRANKIE - THEN

Me: Sorry, I'm back.

Sasha: What happened to you? You almost missed the raid.

Me: My mom came in. Wanted to talk to me about the dance.

Sasha: What did you tell her?

Me: Nothing. I don't want to talk about it.

Sasha: You should talk to someone about it. I know you're upset.

Me: I talked to you.

Sasha: You said about five words to me about it.

Me: That's all I need right now.

Sasha: If you say so, let's play! Then, I need a break, I'm starving.

I could always count on Sasha to set me straight and not let me wallow. And I wanted to wallow. Man, did I want to. I stayed up all night playing and trying to forget. Sleeping was hard, because every night since the dance, it was the same dream. We were standing at the top of the steps, and he went in for the kiss, but instead of being like it was, a crowd of people appeared.

They jeered and laughed as he kissed me, but I couldn't see them. I was out of body watching it. John kissed me with his eyes wide open, glancing at everyone else and laughing along with his lips on mine. I'm there, breathless and swooning with my eyes closed, completely unaware of everyone else's taunts.

John came up to me after school, and it took everything in me not to punch him. Not that it would have done much of anything. I'd have probably hurt my hand before I hurt his face.

"Frankie, why aren't you returning any of my calls?" He stood in my path blocking me. The hallway nearly empty, but he was the size of a barge, so it didn't matter. I clutched my books to my chest and kept my head down. I didn't want him to see my face, to see the hurt there. To know that he'd gotten to me. That they'd gotten to me.

Monica was only too happy to gloat about my pity date every chance she got. Just like in middle school. She'd gotten another boy to ask me to the middle school dance. I'd been so happy, because the mean girl tactics had left me battered and bruised at the end of that year. But when I turned up, it was all a big joke. I'd been humiliated in front of the entire school. And it was happening all over again. I didn't know what was worse, having it blow up in my face at the dance, or thinking my night with John was all real and finding out about the trick later.

"Get away from me." The hood on my sweatshirt was up, shielding me from view, but people started to take notice. I did not need this right now. He had his hands out trying to keep me where he wanted me, not letting me pass.

"What is going on with you? I thought we had a great time at the dance. I...I wanted to take you out again." He dropped his hands, and I peeked up from under my hood and my hair.

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