Chapter 1
A pencil snapped in half in Mr Anderson's History class. It had to be the most boring class ever in the history of
John Ware high, I thought as I looked over, Tyler Hopkins held up two halves of the broken pencil, a goofy grin on his face.
Rolling my eyes, I turned away. Tyler was cute, I had to admit to that, with his baby blue eyes and sandy blonde hair.
Although that was no excuse for Tyler as a person. I didn't know why me, out of all the people in the world, had to put
up with a 3 yr old wearing a 15 yr old disguise.
"Psst! Psssssssssst! Robbie, hey!" Renee leaned over her desk to talk to me. My full name was Robyn Denise Albert, and I really liked it a lot.
It sounded cool, I guess.
"What?" I asked.
"There's a party after the basketball game tonight, you rationed?" Renee pushed her long auburn hair back.
"No, I'm in. I'm seeing the game too today, and-"
"Robyn Albert!" A stern voice boomed. Uh-oh, Renee and I immediately bounced back in our seats. Unfortunately, Rennee was leaning over
much futher than she probably had expected. I watched as she wobbled and fell off her chair, crashing to the floor. Oh Gawd... I tried not to laugh, that was
so mean since I was her friend, but.... accidents do happen. An-mei, bent over to help Renee up.
"Now, back to our lesson, you two come see me after class." Mr Anderson went back to droning about the industrial revolution and it's effects.
As I slowly dragged myself to the teacher's desk after class, I wondered why all Anderson teachers were so mean. It's true, honest. Miss Anderson, my fifth grade teacher
was like the devil come to life, and Mrs Anderson, my sixth grade art teacher was like the demon headmaster. I really liked that book, it was cool how they ditched that headmaster in the end.
Anwyays, back to the subject, Renee and I were getting a killer lecture on talking in class when suddenly, guess who came in? Yup, it was Tyler.
"Excussssse me Mr Anderson sir, but Renee and Robyn happen to be very important members of the team, and the game is about to start." The right-center player said.
"What game Tyler? Today is the boy's baksetball team finals. I believe I'm talking to two young ladies here." Mr Anderson said. Oh man! I knew it! Tyler was stupid as well, I secretly added
stupidity to the list of "things I didn't like about Tyler". I could see Tyler was thinking, it was nice of him to rescue us, but who knew what kind of plans he had after? Blackmail flashed through my
mind. Yes, he'd probably ask for my Hanson and No Doubt CD's the minute we stepped out of the room, or maybe my new Sony D4-656 disman.
Either way, he'd be the moron he was.
"Sir, they're on the uh.... help team. Yes, the help team...." Tyler uttered on about a lot of crap that I thought Ander-monster would never buy, but surprisingly, he did.
Renee and I stepped out of the classroom and walked down to the gym with Tyler. I saw him giving me that look. He was my next door neighbour, I knew what that look meant.
"OK Ty. What do you want?" I asked.
I am so paranoid, that is probably one of the worst things about me. Actually, paranoid isn't the right word, more like poor jugdement! Tyler didn't want my CD's, or my super expensive discman, he wanted me to pretend
to be his date at the party! I couldn't believe it when I heard it.
"You are joking. You have GOT to be joking!" I threw his sweaty towel at him after the game, he wiped his face with it and slung it over his shoulder.
"No way Robbie. I'm trying to get out of having to date Shelly Mavis. C'mon." Tyler grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the boy's locker room. I went into panic mode, what did he think he was doing?
"Ty, what are you trying to pull? I am not going in there, I mean, what am I supposed to do if Jeremy, the captain, strips off for a shower?" Tyler grinned, he knew half the girls in the school were
crazily obsessed with Jeremy.
"Watch." He joked. "No, just stand here so we can talk. C'mon Robbie, please."
"Why don't you want Shelly? She's kind of the most popular girl around, and she's co-captain of the cheerleading squad." I tried not to laugh.
Cheerleading was so high school, I was more of a normal, hip hop girlie.
"She's a high school sterotype! She's not my type of girl, and besides...." Tyler's face flushed a deep shade of red. Oooh, now I have the cat in the bag, I thought.
"Oh alright. Since I do owe you."
"Thanks Robbie! You won't regret this!" Tyler threw his arms around me. He was all sticky and sweaty and I was half disgusted. But, I got this tingly feeling deep down, it was really strange. Really, really strange.
"Oh! Get off me! Euw... you're all icky. Keep your sweaty paws off me or I'll kick your butt in." I pretended to pout, but I knew he saw right through me.
He just turned and walked into the boy's locker room, leaving me. I felt all strange and weird. It was weird! That tingly feeling.
What is wrong with me? Why have I always been this nice to someone that I'm supposed to hate? I wondered.
The party was just like any other party I had been to. I had to admit, being Tyler's date was not
the torture I had thought it would have been. In fact, it wasn't that bad at all, except for his dancing.
Yup, Tyler's dancing was beyond painful! As I was lying on my bed the next morning, I had this
sudden image of me teaching him how to dance. I sat up, as straight as a board. Hold on a second!
Me? With Tyler? Teaching him? To dance? That had got to be the most ridiculous idea I had ever
thought of. No way! I didn't care if Tyler was the star basketball player, or if he was cute, he was a
total moron! Where was my mind going? To zo-zo land??? Yes, I was snapping, I thought as I went
downstairs. I lived with my parents and my older bro, although my parents were never around, they
always had to go on business trips in the Phillipines or something. My brother, Derrick was reading
one of his college magazines in the kitchen. I sat down at a high stool by the counter, I could always
count on my bro to talk when I was feeling weird or had problems. Oh yes, and nail polish. When
my bro was busy, or I just wanted some thinking space, I'd start doing my nails, it regulated my
mind. Bingo, I spotted a bottle of aqua and some icy pink sitting in a corner. Stretching my hand out,
I started coating my pinky with the aqua, and then icy pink on the tips. Derrick shot me a look.
"OK sis, wassup?" He asked.
"You know Tyler Hopkins? The creep that lives next door?"
"Yeah, I know him." Derrick put his magazine away, I was beaming inside. See? My bro loved me
best.
"Well....." Suddenly I felt really stupid, I didn't even know what I wanted to say! That was... really
stupid. Derrick leaned over and looked me in the eyes. I hate it when he does that!!! It's like he can
see right through me! I straightened up, indignantly. "What are you looking at?"
"Spill the beans baby sis."
"There's nothing to spill actually. I forgot what I was going to say."
"OK... whatever you say." My brother's reply was really twisted, like he didn't care, I knew he
cared. He must have.
Chapter 2