RING, RING, RING!
I covered my head with my pillow, trying to block out the annoying sound.
�Jessie! It�s for you!� Heather called.
�Who is it?� I grumbled.
�Some guy named JC,� she teased.
I whipped the pillow off my head. �JC?�
She laughed. �Yeah, it�s him. Now c�mon!�
I grabbed my cell phone from her hand.
�Hello?�
Jessie?
�That�s me.�
Hey! Um, I was wondering if you had some free time on your hands.
I thought for a minute. �Yeah. Pretty much the whole day.�
Great! I was wondering if you�d like to go and hang out today. You know, shopping and stuff.
I considered this. For about a second. �Sure! Love to!�
Great! How about 20 minutes?
�That�s all?�
He laughed. Oh yeah. I forgot how long you girls take. Ok. Make it 30 minutes.
�Sure! See ya!�
Cool. See ya Jess.
Click.
�AAAAAAAHHHHH!� I screamed.
�What? Where�s the fire?� Heather cried.
�I meet up with JC today and I don�t have anything to wear!�
She rolled her blue eyes.
I ran to my closet and began throwing my clothes around my room, trying to find something suitable.
The time was already 10:25. I had till 10:55. This was crazy!
I took a 5-minute shower and dried my hair. I quickly put on my outfit. I was wearing black super flares and a short black Nike tank top. Then I put my hair up in a high ponytail.
By the time I was done, it was 10:44.
�Pick up your clothes!� Heather cried. �What kind of first impression is this?!�
I looked around. It was true. My room was covered with clothes. I rushed to pick them up and stuffed them into my closet.
Ding Dong!
Plopping onto the couch, I sighed loudly, letting Heather get the door.
�Hey. Is Jessie there?� asked a familiar soft voice.
�Yeah. Hang on a sec. Jessie!� she called.
I stood up and walked over to the door.
�Hey JC,� I greeted.
He smiled and said, �Hey. Ready?�
�Yeah. Let�s go.�
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We had been driving for at least an hour, and there were no signs of stopping.
�HEY!� I cried as JC passed me.
�Beatin� ya!� he shouted happily, pushing the pedal down as far as it would go.
�Not for long!� I yelled, flooring the gas pedal.
The other go-carts were behind us both, drivers cursing at them-selves for letting us pass them.
The gap was getting shorter and shorter as I gained onto him.
He looked back and his jaw dropped for a split second before he went back to driving.
I laughed madly as I was getting closer and closer to him.
Just as I was about to pass him, his car got a sudden burst of speed.
�Damnit!� I cursed. He had beaten me every single time we raced. I wanted to win. At least get 1 out of 10.
I swerved around the other go-carts and made my way closer and closer to JC�s blue go-cart.
The finish line was just a few meters away�
Stomping my foot on the gas pedal, I zoomed toward the finish line.
The only thing I heard JC say was �What the-�
�YES!� I shouted when I stopped. I had beaten him!
�How did you do that?� JC asked. He took off his helmet. There was a line of perspiration at the edge of his hairline.
�My little secret.� I took off my helmet. I let my long hair cascade down to my back.
�Well, now that you�ve finally won, let�s go to lunch,� he offered, extending his hand.
�Sure. I am starving!� I exclaimed as I took his soft hand.
My stomach did a summersault as I did so.
I shook the feeling off and went with JC to lunch.
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�Where should we sit?� he asked, holding our tray of food.
�Over there in the corner,� I responded, pointing to a table in the far corner, away from everybody.
�Ok. Come on.�
We sat down across from each other.
�At least nobody noticed me,� JC sighed with relief.
�Yeah well, if they did, I would have won easily,� I joked.
He laughed. �As if.�
I bit into my fry. McDonald�s always had the best fries.
�Well, I would beat you in some other things.�
�Like what?� he asked skeptically.
�Backbends and cartwheels.�
I wasn�t totally sure about if I would beat him, but it was worth a shot.
�Hmm�maybe�NOT!� he laughed.
�Battle?� I challenged.
�Alright. After lunch,� he accepted.
�May the best gymnast win.�