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mynameiscassieI was nervous. I didn't know why I was nervous. I'd hung out with Jake plenty of times, and he was a cute boy. But, I guess it was different, hanging out with Jake while we were trying to save the world, fighting for our lives, and wearing awkward spandex clothes. Hanging out with Miles, there probably wouldn't be any of that. At least, I hoped not. If the Yeerks suddenly showed up, I could just imagine what they would do to a nice guy like him.
It was easy enough to imagine, because I'd seen it all before.
Now I wasn't nervous. Now I just felt a little sick.
I had texted Miles during lunch at school and asked if he wanted to hang out. I didn't normally take initiative like that, not with boys I thought were cute — not unless the Yeerks were going to try to infest them — but I reassured myself by telling myself (and him) that Snowflake missed him, and maybe he could help me buy her a climbing tree for the apartment, because since she'd been in my house, she'd put on weight. She needed exercise, and a lot of it, so she wouldn't get fat.
And maybe we could watch a movie while we set up the climbing tree, together. That wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, right? That wouldn't be weird. I offered to meet him by the main doors of the school, and here I stood, feeling shy and a little awkward and a lot nervous. What if he thought I was dumb? Just some dumb farm girl who was obsessed with her cat.
Knock it off, Cassie, I told myself, trying to sound like Rachel. This is gonna be great.
It was easy enough to imagine, because I'd seen it all before.
Now I wasn't nervous. Now I just felt a little sick.
I had texted Miles during lunch at school and asked if he wanted to hang out. I didn't normally take initiative like that, not with boys I thought were cute — not unless the Yeerks were going to try to infest them — but I reassured myself by telling myself (and him) that Snowflake missed him, and maybe he could help me buy her a climbing tree for the apartment, because since she'd been in my house, she'd put on weight. She needed exercise, and a lot of it, so she wouldn't get fat.
And maybe we could watch a movie while we set up the climbing tree, together. That wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, right? That wouldn't be weird. I offered to meet him by the main doors of the school, and here I stood, feeling shy and a little awkward and a lot nervous. What if he thought I was dumb? Just some dumb farm girl who was obsessed with her cat.
Knock it off, Cassie, I told myself, trying to sound like Rachel. This is gonna be great.
