High School Dreams: Emily and Pete

Apr 30, 2008 - 05:40 AM PST
this is a novel i started writing @ the beginning of the year for one of my best friends. i like it enough to post it and i might post some other parts too. hope you like it! (comments are awesome!)

HSD: Emily and Pete

“Oh crap!!” Emily exploded as she stopped walking and put her hands over her face. I looked back at her, “what’s wrong?” “Nothing,” she sighed, frustrated, “I just forgot my flute in the band hall.” I stepped back along the crowded hall, so I didn’t have to yell over the students flocking towards the buses, eager to get home.
“There’s still time to go get it,” I told her, turning back towards the doors. “I’ll see what I can do, bus-driver wise.” I called back over my shoulder, smiling.

Emily rushed back though the now empting halls of round rock high school, not daring to run, but willing herself to go faster than a walk. She passed several teachers, all of them gave her a look of confusion, with a trace of disapproval. She passed the library, the office (almost running into the principle), and the gym before ducking through a door out into the courtyard. Now she jogged past the gymnastics building and the tennis courts and finally made it to the band hall entrance.
As Emily ducked inside, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, which she hadn’t expected, but maybe the directors had left early. There was just enough light from the windows near the ceiling, to see which cubbie was hers and as she made her way to find it, she suddenly realized that there was someone else in the band hall. His curly, dirty blonde hair, and athletic frame was bent over a cubbie on the other side of the room.
“Oh… um, hi Pete,” Emily stuttered.
He obviously hadn’t heard her enter, because at her greeting, he jumped, hittting his head on the cubbie above his. He stood up straight away, trying to act cool about it, but rubbing his head all the same.
“Oh, hi, uh…” he hesitated.
“Emily.” She finished the sentence for him.
“Yeah, Emily, I know. We’re in um… English together, right?”
Emily nodded, slightly embarrassed. She returned to retrieving her flute, but he still watched her, rubbing his head, absentmindedly. She turned twice to look at him, opening her mouth to say something, but immediately turned a deep shade of red and looked back around to concentrate on her shoe lace. Then the final bell rang, signaling the buses departure.
“Crap!” Emily whispered. She stood up, holding her flute, and tried to smile at Pete, who had finally returned to whatever he had been doing.
“Uh, bye Pete, see you tomorrow?” she managed to mumble, while hurrying to the door. He looked up, his face torn, seeming to want to say something. Emily had opened the door and was half way out before she heard, “Go out with me.”
She turned back around to look at the source of the sentence.
“Wha?”
“Go out with me.” He replied with more confidence now, “Friday night, we’ll go see Harry Potter and grab something to eat at Sonic.” He half smiled at himself, seeming pleased that he had just accomplished a goal.
Emily stood, slightly frozen, then smiled.
“Yeah, Friday.” Then she closed the door and ran down the hall.


High School Dreams: Emily and Pete

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Apr 30, 2008 - 09:56 AM

jadebug on
awww kinda cute...I like it!! :-)