becoming convinced that he had found out the entire plan and had dismissed his cronies to beat me to a pulp, or something equally as horrible. Knowing him, that “equally as horrible’” thing would have something to do with discontinuing my nonexistent trust fund.
“Marie?” he said as I approached, and I wondered if he was looking for confirmation of my identity or simply a nod to show I was listening. I opted for the nod. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past couple days,” he began, and I could almost taste the victory. I even felt a bit bad, since he seemed to possibly care about me.
“Have you?” I said noncommittally.
“Yes… and I’ve been thinking that we could be good for each other. I mean, with my family’s connections and your family’s connections, we could do anything.” Oh, how romantic. He wanted to date me because we could plot to take over the world together. That’s what every girl wants out of a relationship.
“Really? Because I was beginning to get the impression that you and Rachel might still be together,” I said, wanting him to actually tell me that he had broken up with her.
“Me? No, I’m not with Rachel anymore,” he said casually.
“Is that so?” I said simply, assuming with some relief that this meant he and Rachel were officially broken up. I hadn’t been able to actually confirm this fact since Rachel seemed too busy to take my calls all of a sudden. Shaking the thoughts from my mind and turning my focus back to Alex, I smiled, trying not to let him see my distaste for him. I was desperate for David to sweep in and bail me out, but he hadn’t come yet and I couldn’t quite understand why.
“So, with that out of the way, I was wondering if you would want to be my girlfriend. Just imagine how much influence we’d have. No doors would be locked to us.” This boy’s method of romancing a girl really wasn’t a flowers and chocolates approach, was it? I waited for a moment, trying to look like I was thinking it over, while in reality I was waiting for David to make his big entrance. Suddenly I was beginning to panic, wondering if maybe he thought we were doing it at lunch and was just waiting for me by the library. I looked around nervously, but I couldn’t spot him anywhere.
“Your girlfriend?” I repeated, trying to buy myself some time to think.
“Yeah. I really do think it’s a good match, and I’m sure our parents would agree.”
“Well, there’s no denying that,” I said enthusiastically, still waiting for David to rescue me from the clutches of Stock Exchange Boy.
“So, what do you say?” he asked, obviously a bit put-off by the fact that I hadn’t answered him in the affirmative right away.
“I say… um… that’s a really generous offer…” I trailed off, not quite sure where to go from there.
“But one she sadly can’t accept,” said the sandy blond-haired boy who had suddenly appeared right beside me. I didn’t have to fake my relief at the sight of him, though I wanted to stomp on his foot for taking so long.
“Jackson, what on earth are you doing here?” I asked, my face the epitome of astonishment. “I thought your parents took you on holiday to… to… Paris.” I had forgotten my line, apparently, but I thought my recovery was convincing enough.
“I told them to fly me back early when I realized I was going to miss your birthday, honey bear.” I had to choke back a laugh at David’s moment of improv. We had definitely not decided on disgusting pet names, though I wouldn’t mind giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“Well, I’m so glad you did, snuggle bunny,” I said in the most pathetic baby voice I could manage. Alex looked as if he wanted to vomit, which I couldn’t blame him for. If I thought someone was seriously calling her significant other snuggle bunny, I’d have to run for a trash can too. David looked as if he wouldn’t last much longer. His stomach was shaking with the effort of holding his laughter in. “Sorry, Alex, I didn’t know I was sending that kind of signal to you. But I swear, it’s not you, it’s me…” I shrugged innocently and took David’s hand.
“Let’s go make birthday preparations on my yacht,” David added enthusiastically, making it difficult for me to keep my expression neutral. “It was lovely to meet you, Andre,” he said over his shoulder as we left. If David hadn’t done a relatively thorough background check to show me that, until Rachel, who was even more well-connected than him, Alex had been quite the player, I would have felt slightly bad about the whole thing.
“Honey bear?” I asked, as we walked down the hallway to the now familiar spot by the library. David laughed loudly at his own cleverness and messed his hair up, loosening the gel that had kept it slicked back for our little show.
“Honey bear is nothing compared to snuggle bunny. Where did you even get that from?” he asked incredulously.
“Just by looking at you, lovekins,” I said, pinching his cheek as we stood at our spot. Sitting was out of the question in my short skirt.
“All things considered, I think that went pretty well,” he told me, after disheveling his hair to his satisfaction.
“It would have gone better if you had actually come in when you were supposed to,” I said accusingly. “What took you so long?”
“It was fun to watch you sweat,” he said cheekily. I hit him on the arm and pretended to pout for as long as I could stand it, which was only a few seconds.
“Well, say you’re sorry so I can forgive you or no yacht ride for you.”
“I’m so sorry, Amelia Marie Bedford. From now on I will ruin the lives of others right on schedule.” I gave him a sharp look but ignored his apology and pulled out my phone.
“Now, to see if everything worked out with Rachel,” I said, by way of an explanation.
“Hello?” came Rachel’s sleepy voice. I just couldn’t understand how that girl could sleep in so late all the time.
“Hey Rachel, it’s Amelia. I was just wondering if everything worked out all right? Because if it didn’t, then you have a cheating boyfriend on your hands.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy was really upset and said I couldn’t date him for another minute,” she said nonchalantly. I suppose it would have been too much trouble for her to call and tell me this herself. “So I’ll send someone over to the school to slip the money into your locker next week. I’m taking a small vacation from the whole public school thing.”
“All right, well, good luck with that,” I said insincerely as I hung up the phone. David looked at me inquiringly and I just said, “Rich people.”
“Rich people indeed,” he agreed as he looked me up and down. “I wasn’t aware that rich people dressed like sailors,” he said with a laugh.
“At least I didn’t wear something straight out of a cologne ad,” I said incredulously, though my voice still held a humorous edge.
“Hey, you just said wear ‘expensive looking clothes.’ Slacks and a button-up shirt are expensive,” he said reasonably. “Although maybe popping the collar was a bit much.” I just shook my head at his logic, a smile creeping onto my face. “Besides,” he continued, “I wanted to look nice when I asked you.” I stared at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence, but apparently that was all I was getting without giving him a little prodding.
“Ask me what?”
“If you would be interested in going to prom with me.” He looked at me expectantly now, all joking gone from his face. My smile widened for a moment before melting away.
“I think all of the tickets are sold out,” I answered dismally.
“Yeah, I figured that would happen… that’s why I bought them when we decided to call a truce last week.” I could tell that he was pretty pleased with himself, and quite frankly, I was too.
“I would love to,” I said happily, trying not to look like a grinning idiot. David beamed at me before his face became serious once more. “Oh no. There’s more?” I asked, completely at a loss for what else he could possibly need to say.
“I know it’s none of my business but I figured… maybe getting a dress and everything would be a good opportunity for you to spend some time with your mom.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard him perfectly.
It had been sweet of him to think of that, but I couldn’t imagine my mom and me spending a girl’s day out to go shopping for a dress. Not wanting to spoil his plans, though, I said, “Yeah, maybe,” without much hope that my mom would agree to come with me.
“Just promise you’ll ask?” he said hopefully.
