I_K_T_Y_K_TI_K_T_Y_L_M - Chapter 2

by Paige in my world of make-believe

Chapter 2 I Can’t Tell You!

All Mr. Best really wanted from me was an explanation why I was
late to class the other day and to give me the homework assignment that I was going to miss during 4th period. (Because of the Band
Concert/Assembly thing we were doing now.)

The Band Concert went smoothly. The trumpets messed up once and I missed a couple notes but all-out-of-all we did fine. Freddie came and I noticed he would not look in my direction and only clapped for ONE of our songs! What nerve! I was definitely going to talk to him about THIS one!

I found him at his locker at the end of school. He was about to
shut his locker but I stopped it in mid-close. “Why did you only clap for one of my songs?” I asked.

“What? YOUR songs? Oh no, I wasn’t not clapping for YOUR
songs. I wasn’t clapping for YOUR BAND CLASS.” He said innocently.

I gave him a nasty look. “Okay, lets get to the chase, how did you
find out that I liked you?” I asked.

“I told you, I CAN’T TELL YOU!” He practically shouted. A few
guys and girls looked over.

I blushed. “Listen, I don’t have time for your games.” He frowned,
puzzled, as if he had no idea what I meant. “Tell me how-”

“Uhhh, yeah June, nice talkin’ to yah too. Bye!” He shut his locker,
locked it and ran out of that place as quick as I’ve seen anyone ‘run’ down the school halls.

“Deanna! I want to get it out of his soooo bad!” I told my friend
the next day walking down towards the lockers. Deanna is African
American and has the best looking face I have ever seen. (No acne)

“Well, here’s your chance.” she said smiling. Freddie was just now
opening his locker.

“FREDDIE!!” I called loudly and angrily.

He jumped about 3ft in the air! “June, uhhh, you know, I REALLY
have to get to class early today.” he said, smiling weakly.

“Tell me how you found out that,” I looked around cautiously,
“that I liked you!” I whispered. Suddenly, the first bell to get into class rang.

“Look, June, you’re going to make me and yourself late.” he said,
swinging his locker open again. I gaped, how dare he ignore me! “Now, for the last time, I CAN’T TELL YOU!” He said, grabbing his books, slamming his locker shut and locking it.

“Uh!” I glared at him as he walked away down the hall. “What nerve!” I said aloud.

“Totally!” Deanna agreed.

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “I’ll get him second period.”

I tried everything to get Freddie to tell me! I wrote him a note
threatening that I would rip up his math test. I bugged him about it all day long in PE and I wouldn’t stop giving him dirty looks all through-out GATE and AVID. I bet he wished he didn’t have me in so many classes. (I know, why am I seeming like a bully towards him?, WELL!!, I mean! I NEED to know who told him!)

Finally, as it was the end of school and we were once again at our
lockers I cried, “At least tell me WHY you can’t tell me!”
“Huh,” he sighed his familiar sigh and turned to face me. “He made me promise not to tell ANYONE! Besides, no one really told me, he was just with-”

“That’s it?! That’s why you can’t tell me?! Because he MADE you
prom- wait, did you just say HE?” I asked, interrupting him.

“Uhhhh...”

“I KNOW WHO TOLD YOU! YES!! Thanks Freddie!” I turned on my heal and ran.

“NO! WAIT! Who do you think it is!?!?” he yelled after me, but I was already out the school doors.