Chapter 11~Doomed!

 

            “I’m not going to say it,” Morgan’s sweat poured down her forehead as we stood in line for the long jump.

            “Not going to say what?” I asked.

            “I told you so,” Morgan blurted out, “Frankie was just another Josh.”

            “So you’re telling me that this whole Frankie deal wasn’t a dream?” I asked, confused.

            “Of course it wasn’t a dream!” Morgan started pinching me so I would realize that I wasn’t dreaming.

            “Oh God,” I sighed.

            “Robyn Levinson and Morgan Smith! What’s the matter with you today?” Mr. Jones demanded.

            “What?” I snapped into reality.

            “Get over here! You’re supposed to do hurdles today,” Mr. Jones yelled. I jogged my way to the hurdles part of the track. That day was going by awfully slow. I felt like sleeping the whole time during Track. I thought that if I dreamt, maybe I would see Frankie again.

 

            I slipped on my fresh socks and clean pair of pants in the girl’s locker room. I sprayed myself with my Juniper Breeze body spray. My head lay against the lockers.

            “You ready yet, Morgan?” I asked in exasperation.

            “I’ve been.”

            I grabbed my bag from the ground, grateful that the day was over. I kept on breathing heavily.

            “You sound worn out today,” Morgan sounded shocked.

            “I’m always worn out after track practice. Do you know how hard Mr. Jones can be?” I complained.

            “Well, I mean you sound more stressed out than usual,” Morgan replied.

            I kept on breathing in and out. I felt like a car just ran over me. Added to that weight, my heavy Nike bag was balancing on my back. I was dragging myself down the dark hallways. I glanced at my wrist to check the time

            “Snap! I gotta catch the late bus,” I groaned at Morgan, “Call me tonight, okay?”

            “Sure, bye,” Morgan said in a flat tone.

            I sprinted off to the front of the school. I reached the front doors just as the last bus was pulling out of the parking lot.

            “Awww! C’mon you people! Damn bus!” I jumped frantically up and down while waving my arms. The day couldn’t have gotten any worse. I dropped my bag on the ground and lied down next to it.

            “I’m sweating like a pig, my bag weighs a million pounds, I don’t have a ride home, and worst of all…Frankie’s gone. Am I doomed or what?” I asked myself aloud. The sun was beaming down on my eyes. I closed my eyes.

            “I think so,” a familiar voice replied unexpectedly, “except for the part about me not being here.” I opened my eyes carefully and saw hazel eyes looking straight at me. I shot up from where I was lying down.

            “W-w-w-what are you doing here?” I managed to say.

            “Did you forget? I didn’t get enough pay, yet,” Frankie simply stated.

            “You are too much. I took you out to dinner, bought you ice cream, and even took you to the carnival. What more could you want?” I counted my fingers and complained.

            Frankie just stared at me. “Be my girlfriend?” He asked sweetly.

            I tilted my head and squinted my eyes at him. “Please don’t be dreaming,” I thought to myself.

            “How could anyone say no to a request like that?” I finally replied. He took my arms and pulled me up from the ground. He put his arm around me as we once again walked out to his Mercedes.

            “I thought singing was your dream?” I asked curiously.

            “Yeah, but you’re my soul,” Frankie replied slowly, “I couldn’t sing without my soul.” I knew he had to pull through. I looked at him and smiled as Creed’s “Can You Take Me Higher” came on the radio station.

            "Ugh! This song sucks!” I bellowed. Frankie turned at me and made a huge grin. He quickly parked the car at the nearest curb and pointed at my car door.

            "Get out of my car!" he screamed.

            "Creed sucks! Creed sucks!" I whistled in a musical tune. I was no longer afraid of him kicking me out of his car. I looked in Frankie's direction, put my hands on my hips, and stuck out my tongue.

            "Oh yeah?" Frankie raised his eyebrow at me.

            "Yeah," I grinned at him with an I'm-better-than-you-look.

            "Alright, but remember that you put this on yourself," Frankie gave me an evil look. He started his car again and blasted the speakers that were playing, "Can You Take Me Higher." Frankie gave me one look and started to sing along, "Can you take MEEEE higher? To a place where blind men seeee? Can you take me higherrr?"

            I could hear his voice start to crack as he burst out with laughter. We both turned to face each other again and cracked up hysterically. Morgan was completely wrong about Frankie. He wasn't another Josh.