The Bex Carter Series Books 5-8 Boxed Set by Tiffany Nicole Smith

Author:Tiffany Nicole Smith [Smith, Tiffany Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adventure, Childrens, Fiction
Amazon: B01NAEQQXJ
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Boy Problems

—feeling confused ???

Journal Entry #18

It was foolish of me to think having a boyfriend would end my boy problems. Things were going great with Santiago and then he just started acting super weird all of a sudden and I don't know what's wrong with him. I can't help but to think it's me. Whatever the problem is, I just wish he would come right out and say it.

One minute he's the sweetest guy ever and the next he's acting as if he hardly knows me. Can somebody please explain boys to me? They're like some mysterious creatures I'll never understand.

The next day at lunch, I filled Santiago in on what had happened during the Graduation Committee meeting.

"That's great, Bex," he said. "Leave it to you to change things around." He sounded like he meant what he said, but he looked sad.

"What's wrong? I called you and texted you last night, but you didn't answer."

"Oh, I was busy helping my dad cut the yard."

"I thought you were painting."

His eyes opened wide. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he said quickly. "We painted too."

"You couldn't stop for a second to just send me a text?"

"I'm sorry," he said looking down at his taco. "Gotta love Taco Tuesdays, huh? I'm going to miss that next year." He was obviously trying to change the subject, but before I could say anything, Jeeves dropped down at the table looking severely distressed.

"Jeeves, vat's vong?" Marishca asked.

"What's wrong is that I'm a big, giant loser!" Jeeves wailed. Were these kids trying to win an Academy Award around here? In his tuxedo and slicked-back hair, Jeeves did look like someone who stood on stage giving awards away. He wore a tuxedo to school every day because he wanted to be an orchestra conductor when he grew up and his father had taught him that he should dress for the job he wanted.

Maverick patted his best friend on the back. "Hey, Jeeves, be nice to yourself, man," he said, sounding like our guidance counselor.

Jeeves took out a small black comb and combed his hair back in place. "I am a loser. What else do you call a kid who can't pass the eighth grade?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Mr. Chin just told me that I'm failing English. I need that class to graduate with you guys. If I don't pass, I can take it over the summer and still go to high school, but I won't be able to take part in the ceremony. My mom and dad were all excited about seeing me walk across the stage. They actually talked to each other for the first time in months."

Poor Jeeves.

"School's almost over. Why is Mr. Chin just telling you about this now?" Chirpy asked, looking a little angry.

Jeeves shrugged. "I don't know. He might have told me a few months ago . . . and had a conference with my mom about it . . . and given me a progress report that said ‘in danger of failing’ .

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