Chapter Twenty
Thankful that her dad left the house for work before she had to get up, she turned off her alarm as soon as it went off. Falling back to sleep, she only felt slightly guilty. Just until this whole thing straightens itself out, she thought. She was ahead in her classes anyway, and she felt she was entitled to a "sick day." She didn't think the teachers would think as much of it since she was so spacey the day before.
At twenty after twelve, her phone rang. Jumping out of the shower, she reached for a towel and wrapped it around herself. What if it was her dad because her teachers had called him and told? She hesitated and let the machine answer it.
"Whitney! You better pick up the phone right now!" Emily's voice was loud. "I-"
"Hi Em."
"I walked all the way home for lunch so I could call you. Why aren't you in school?"
"This whole tutoring thing is draining me. I always stay later than I'm supposed to, and that just adds more drama."
"Drama? What happened? And you'd better hurry. I have to walk back to school to get your homework."
"Thank you so much Emily. I'm grateful. But I think you will be too after this afternoon." Whitney heard Emily gasp.
"What?!"
"You're going to be angry first, but it'll work out, I promise."
"Just tell me already!"
"Taylor asked me out last night." She waited. Getting no response from Emily, she continued. "He wants to meet for ice cream at four thirty today." She paused again. Still no response. She could hear Emily breathing. "I'm going to bring you with." Smiling, she waited for the news to sink in.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Emily screamed. Whitney held the phone away from her ear. "Thank you Whitney! I love you!"
"You love Taylor." Whitney smiled, wondering what he would think when she brought another girl, meant for him.
"And you!"
"Well, you'd better get back to school before somebody suspects something with the both of us gone."
"Right. I'm on my way. What should I do later?"
"Just finish school, then go home as usual, but do your homework, because if my plan works, you won't have any time for it afterward, if you know what I mean." Whitney could swear she felt the energy though the phone. "Then you could come get ready at my house."
"That's perfect! I'll spend the rest of the day thinking about my outfit!" She squealed. "I'll see you aroung three."
"Kay. See you later." She hung up, going over the details of how she would throw Emily in front of Taylor. The way she was thinking, she could just bring Emily in with her, and tell him how she had told her about meeting up with him, and how Emily wouldn't leave her alone to come with. Then Whitney would play her up, sitting Emily next to him, or across from him, however the seating was, and then after a little while, she'd slip out saying that she needed to get ready for her class because she needed to be there early to work on other dances. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan, and it was mostly the truth.
She went to her closet to start the long debate over the perfect -look at her more but still not scrubby- outfit.
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