Chapter Four
Blast From The Past
I got up and answered the phone."Hello?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number," a woman's voice said.
"Who were you calling?" I asked politely.
"Well, I Was trying to call Jim Johnson."
"Oh, you have the right number. This is his daughter, Katrina."
"Oh, it's so nice to hear your voice again! How are you?"
"Ummm...I"m pretty good. Not to be rude or anything, but...who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! This is Jane Carter."
"Gosh, I'm sorry, too! I didn't know it was you."
"Who's on the phone?" Nick asked.
"Your mom," I whispered. "So, Mrs. Carter, did you want to talk to Aaron?"
"Yeah, that would be nice."
I got Aaron on the phone and turned bacm to Nick.
"Ok, so what did AJ say when you--"
"Hey Kat!" Erin shouted as she and Liz burst into the room.
"Hey what!" I shouted back. To tell the truth, there was no need to shout. I was in that kind of mood, I guess.
"Tonight, we're taking you to Club Bongo!" Liz said excitedly. (*AN: Aren't I creative, coming up with a cool club name like that?*) Oh, good. I've always wanted to go to Club Bongo, but you have to be at least 18 to get in.
"Yeah, you can show all of Orlando your awesome dance moves!" Erin added.
I rolled my eyes. "Is everyone else gone?"
"Yeah, they left," Liz answered. "So, are you up for Club Bongo? You know you've always wanted to go there. It was our dream as teenagers. Besides, I wanna see you dance!"
"You dance?" Nick asked, obviously amused. I don't know what's so funny about it. I've been dancing since I was 16.
"Why is that so amusing? I could beat you at a dance contest any day."
"Is that a challenge, Kat?"
"Maybe." Just then, Mike and Aaron bounded into the kitchen.
"Kat, can I sleep over at Aaron's house?"
"I guess, if his mom says it's ok."
"She did. I already asked her," Aaron said. "Come on, Mike. Let's go get your stuff." They ran up to Mike's room.
"Anyway, as I was saying, you'll come, right, Kat?" Liz begged.
"Sure, why not?" I grinned. "Wanna come, Nick?" I figured that he'd be a fun guy to bring to a club.
"You know it. What time?"
"Well, it's 4:00 now. Say, around 8?"
"All right. I'll just drop these guys off at ny house then come back here and pick y'all up. Is that ok?"
"Y'all? I thought you were born in New York, not Georgia," Erin laughed.
"Shut up," Nick kidded. "Hey Aaron! Mike! Let's go!" The boys ran outside to Nick's car, and they left. Shortly after, Liz went home to get ready, and so Erin and I were the only ones left.
"What are you gonna wear?" Erin asked. Well, come on now. How am I supposed to know what I'm wearing? I forget what I even packed.
"I have absolutely no idea. All I know is that I'm wearing something that I won't get hot in." We went up to my room and looked through our stuff. "Oh, look! I'll wear my hawaiian dress." I'm soo glad I packed it. It's blue hawaiian print, and it's like a halter top. It's awesome. I've also got the neatest sandals that match, too.
"But what am I supposed to wear?" Erin whined. Now, how am I supposed to know? Be serious here.
"Erin, you HAD to have brought SOMETHING to wear." Sheesh. "Why don't you wear that pink tube top and the short flowered skirt?"
"Yeah, that would look pretty good."
"Pretty good? It'll looke awesome. Wear y our pink strappy sandals, too."
"Alrighty."
A couple hours later, Erin was blow drying her hair, and I was sitting at my vanity, putting make-up on. Yes, I still have a vanity. Hey, when I moved I got new furniture. I guess my dad just kept the old stuff.
"Hey, Kat," Erin said as she shut off the hair-dryer.
"Yeah?" I had finished my make-up and I was trying to figure out a way to put my hair up.
"I'm not letting you out of the house with your hair up."
"Awww, why not?"
"Because." She started putting this shimmery stuff on her skin. IT smelled pretty good, too. "This is your first night out on the town since you dumped what's his name."
"Sean."
"Whatever." She gave me this look. This was her 'I'm gonna get my way no matter what' look. "You have to go in that club and knock those guys' socks off."
Ooo-kay. "Fine. I'll curl it. Happy?"
"Yup!" She bounced out of the room and went downstairs. Honestly. She knows I HATE leaving my hair down. But, I shoved a hair tie into my purse, just in case.
When I got downstairs, Erin was practically bouncing off the walls. "Can you believe it? I'm going to a club with NICK CARTER. Wait until I tell my sister." Yay. I can just tell she's gonna start hyperventilating, which makes no sense, cuz she already met him. Suddenly, the phone rang, dragging me out of my thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Do you mind if I bring Howie and AJ?" It was Nick, on his cell phone.
"Howie, go ahead. AJ, over my dead body."
"Fine. Be that way. Me and Howie are on our way."
"Ok, see ya soon."
"Bye, Kat." Ok, now I REALLY hate guys. Especially Nick.
"What did Nick want?"
"Oh, he was just telling me that he's bringing Howie."
"Howie!" Erin began jumping around. "But what was that about AJ?"
"Nothing. Nick's just a jerk."
DING DONG
Speak of the devil..Me and Erin went over and answered the door.
"Hey, Erin," Nick greeted her. "Who are you?" he asked me. Honest. He didn't even recognize me.
I stuck out my hand. "Name's Kat. Nice to meet you." I'm so sarcastic.
"Kat? Oh, you look so different with your hair down! I didn't even recognize you!" Duh.
"Katrina Johnson?! Is that you?"
"Howie!" I exclaimed. Gotta love Howie. He rocks. "Howie, I want a hug."
"So, how are you?" he asked after we had a friendly embrace.
"Pretty good." There's a big, fat lie. "You?"
"Can't complain."
"Ok, you guys. Get acquainted later. We still hafta pick up Liz," Nick whined impatiently. I rolled my eyes. What a baby.
"Fine, you big baby. Let's go."
We piled into Nick's green Dodge Durango and headed on our way.
"Oh, my god! This place rocks!" Erin shouted as we walked into the club. My thoughts exactly. There was a HUGE dance floor, a ton of tables surrounding it, a DJ stand, and a ton of awesome lights. There was also a bar, but it didn't serve alcohol. The 21 and over crowd could go to the real bar, upstairs. But I don't drink, so I stayed downstairs. So did everyone else. WE found a table and got some drinks. We were just getting up to go dance when "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It" by Will Smith came on.
"I love this song!" Nick and I both said at the same time.
"Come on, Kat," he said, dragging me to the middle of the dance floor. "Time to go rap."
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