Chapter Eleven
"When they get to know eachother, they'll find out how annoying they are." Whitney looked behind her and saw Emily talking Jacob's ear off, and Kristi was talking to Brandon, but Brandon wasn't paying attention to her. He was looking at Whitney. She quickly turned her attention back to Sadie.
"So. Sadie. What do you do after school?"
"Unlike you, I don't have to do my homework right away, then rush to three classes. I just sit back, relax, do whatever I want. Torment my younger sister. The usual."
"The usual."
"You have how many classes a night now? I heard you do some personal home tutoring. Like say, for a family that has a last name of Hanson?"
"Where?!?!" Emily shrieked.
"Nowhere." Whitney called behind her. "Now Sadie. Why is Emily so excited? And how did you know I tutor for them?"
"Word gets around. You know all the parents in this neighborhood are as close as siblings. Diana told someone about you. And I heard from Adam that he heard from a freind of the Hanson boys. They said that they had a hot chick dance teacher."
"Is that what they really called me?"
"I dunno. That's what I heard from Adam."
"Maybe it was exaggerated a bit on the way 'round, 'cause I'm not a hot chick."
"Ask Brandon that question. I'm sure he'd disagree with you."
"Why?"
"He's been stairing at you since he got here."
"Well, Kristi can have him. She's always hanging on him anyway."
"I think that if he wanted her, he'd pay attention to her, not you."
"Anyway, we're at the park." Whitney dropped down on a bench. "So, you never answered my question of why Emily was so hyper when Hanson was mentioned."
"You mean you don't know about them?!"
"What? Why?"
"I suppose you wouldn't know because you're never home and barely ever talk to us. This is the first weekend we've been able to do things together since you started teaching."
"What's your point Sadie?"
"My point is, is that the Hansons, well, the older boys- have a band, and the hottest song on the radio at the moment. They're about to be doing concerts across the U.S."
"Do they have any records out?"
"Yeah. A few of them. 'MMMBop', 'Boomerang', 'Middle of Nowhere'."
"Wow. I didn't know that."
"Like I said. You've been in the dark for the past two weeks. That's probably why their mom wants them to know how to dance- so when they go on stage, they can do something besides stand there while they're not playing instruments."
"I didn't even know!"
"So, what're they like? I've heard you've tought for them for an hour already." Emily, holding Jacob's hand, skated over and sat down next to me.
"What're you guys talking about?"
"Her teaching Hanson."
"Really?!?! You know Hanson?!"
"Not as friends. We didn't to anything. I spent half an hour just trying to get them to stretch. Mostly they just stand around and watch me."
"Are they cute? I mean, up close in person?"
"I don't now. I don't want to think like that."
"Are they funny? Nice?"
"Em, slow down. I don't know. I've only spent an hour with them. I should barely even take credit for knowing them." She looked for Kristi. She couldn't find her, but she saw Brandon talking with Adam and Roger. He paused in his sentence, and looked at Whitney. She snapped her head back to Sadie.
"You two really should get together. Let me go talk to him." Before Whitney could object, she was up and going. Whitney sat back helplessly and staired at the sky.
"We're going over to the basketball court. See you in a few Whit." Emily led Jacob off to make room for the approaching Brandon.
"Kay Em."
"Um, Whitney?" She turned to look at the face next to her.
"Oh, hey Brandon. What's up?"
"Not much. Here. I brought you this." He handed her a single violet.
"Brandon, that's so thoughtful."
"I hear you're a dancer."
"Yeah, but only a little bit." She twirrled the flower between her thumb and index finger.
"That's not what I heard."
"Okay, okay. Maybe a lot." She smiled down at the flower.
"How much a lot?"
"Every day except Sunday."
"Professionally?"
"Well, I help teach. I tutor also."
"I heard about that too."
"I guess everyone has. And I didn't even know about that." Whitney looked up, across the park, then back down at the flower.
"Maybe I should take the flower away. What's wrong? You seem distracted. Or else you're trying to hide something."
"None of the above."
"Then why don't you look at me?" She slowly turned her head and looked directly into his eyes. "Can you go out with me tonight?"
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