It's Our Prom (So Deal With It) by Julie Anne Peters

Author:Julie Anne Peters [PETERS, JULIE ANNE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Family / General, Juvenile Fiction / Love & Romance, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues - Dating & Sex, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues - Friendship, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues - Homosexuality
ISBN: 9780316203081
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2012-04-23T22:00:00+00:00

The meeting’s over and I don’t get one single second alone with Radhika. I feel like I’m going to explode. At home, Shauna’s already written in Google docs that she talked to her mom and thinks they can pull together a cupcake sale by next Tuesday. She says we need to make an announcement and put up posters tomorrow. I write that I can help with posters, since I don’t have to work tonight.

Radhika calls and asks if she can come over and help with posters for the cupcake sale.

Yes! It’ll be the perfect opportunity to ask her.

Since I’m in Google docs, I write in all the suggested activities for our alt prom. I add, “Unless anyone has a problem, Shauna can go ahead and post them in Prom Central.”

When Radhika arrives, she’s thought ahead. She has poster paper and markers. As we get set up in the living room, I feel all jittery. I need to work up to the Big Moment. I ask if she’s told her parents about Yale yet and she says no. “I might just run away from home. If you can join the circus, I assume you can join the Peace Corps.”

I laugh. She’s so cute. “You wouldn’t do that.” I know her better.

“What would you do?” she asks.

I clear off the coffee table and reply, “I’d tell my dad the truth.”

“He wouldn’t be angry or disappointed in you?”

I don’t want to let on that Dad and I had already discussed it. “I don’t think so. I think he’d tell me I was passing up an opportunity that might never come my way again.”

“Is that how you feel?” Radhika’s eyes drill into my soul.

I can’t hold her gaze. “I think it’s your decision.”

We start our posters, and I’m sweating bullets because the only words on my tongue are, Will you go to prom with me?

Radhika says, “You want to watch a movie or something? Maybe listen to music?”

Music. Romantic music.

I sprint to my room and grab a handful of CDs. Dad’s got Tosca, of all things, in the CD player. Did he buy this at the opera house? I put on Mercy Her, which I think is romantic, and return to my poster.

Radhika’s cupcakes resemble actual cupcakes. The first one I draw looks like a boob on steroids. As I watch her work, her lettering perfectly even and perpendicular, my stomach twists. I’m going to ask her. Right. Now.

“I was wondering…” I start.

Radhika’s cell rings and she turns away to snag her purse off the sofa. Sighing, she flips it open and says, “Yes, Mother.” She makes a face at me. “Oh. I forgot. Okay. I’m on my way.” She stands and shoulders her purse. “My aunt’s birthday is tonight and we’re all going out to dinner.” Crossing the room toward the coatrack, she adds, “I can’t imagine how I could’ve forgotten about that.” She crosses her eyes and I force a short laugh.

At the door, as I’m waving good-bye, I let out a long breath.

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