C.O.A.D.V. 11

Reading between the lines
Lindsay POV:


On lunch hour I got my lunch to go. It was a healthy chicken salad in a clear box-shaped container and a soda. Gotta look fit in my dress, you know.

I saw the boy of my dreams sitting under the oak tree with his lunch, some kind of sandwich and chips, along with a huge Coke. I swear he has an addiction. It's so cute. I grinned as I made my way over.

"Oh hello," I said, as though I hadnt expected to see him there.

"Oh hi, Lindsay," he said, with equal feigned surprise. "Having lunch outside today?"

"Yes, yes...I thought it would be nice."

"Well, would you like to have a seat right here next to me?"

"Why yes, I think I would," I smiled, and sat down.

He looked at me and I looked at him. Then we both laughed and looked away. Then I looked at him again and when he looked at me I looked away. He laughed and turned my face to his, then he kissed me. It was just one soft sweet kiss, but it was every bit as amazing as I had imagined my first kiss would be. And I had imagined it well over a thousand times. I felt like my little heart was going to explode and like my stomach was full of tiny butterflies.

Oh dear God, I so love him.

I cant believe all my dreams are coming true!

We both grinned at each other afterwards, and then started to talk and eat lunch. He told me that he really liked my picture and was going to put it in his locker. I was flattered and thought that was an excellent monument to our new newfound commitment to each other. When I told him so, he just looked at me funny, then laughed. I shrugged and continued to eat my salad.

It was getting a bit overcast and it started to drizzle out of nowhere, so we figured we'd better go inside. We were pretty much done eating anyway. So we gathered our stuff but the sky opened and started to pour down on us before we could get inside. I started screaming, "my hair, my hair!" And Frank draped his jacket over me as we ran inside. How sweet. But we were both still pretty wet when we got inside. The bell sounded letting us know we had 5 minutes until class.

"You're all wet, I'm sorry," he said. "I guess lunch outside was a bad idea."

"Nope," I said, smiling and putting on his jacket since I was a little chilly. "It was the best idea ever."

He smiled at me and gave me a hug. Then we parted ways and went to our classes.

Dexter made eyes at me all during Art class, and I swear to God he was waiting for me outside after class, but I noticed and stayed late, talking to the teacher until he was gone. Frank has told me not to talk to him, so I dont want to get caught doing that and lose my future life partner, Frank.

Because we are totally going to stay together forever and get married, and all.

I just know it.


I was sitting in my last class at the end of the day daydreaming happily about dancing with Frank at the prom. I decided to draw a picture of it, since he liked the last one. This one turned out really nice, and I wondered how to deliver it to him? I thought I could just put it in the pocket of his jacket and someday he would randomly find it. So I folded it up. When I put it in there, however, I felt another paper. I took it out and looked at it. It was a note, and not from me. I saw my name, so I read it.

After reading it and finding out that Frank had asked Jamia out the day before and he had only asked me out because she turned him down, I felt lower than low. I felt so insignificant and stupid for actually having thought that he liked me. Of course he didnt. Why would he? I am just a nerdy nobody - not amazing and wonderful like Frank.

But why did he have to lie? Why'd he have to go and pretend? Surely he knows how I feel about him - I have told him! Why would he give me that speech this morning about seeing other guys when he is taking phone numbers from other girls? I'd thought something was happening between us, but really it was nothing! Just a ruse to make Jamia jealous!

'Oh God - he likes Jamia and not me!' I thought. 'I bet he is going to call her tonight instead of me!'

I burst into tears in the middle of class and everyone stared at me.

"Miss Bennington, what is the matter?" the teacher asked me.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I croaked.

She waved her hand and I hurried out and off to the bathroom to go cry.