Love Me, Page 2

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  Riley grins. “Let’s go get my camera. ”

  “Any idea what we’re going to film?”

  “No. But you’re in drama. Write a script. ”

  “I don’t know what to say. ”

  “The purpose of the video is to get students to want to come here. So let’s show them how much fun we have. I think I’m going to include clips of how Dawson asked you to Homecoming. The dean with a letter on his naked chest is a cool thing. And I have a bunch of footage that I shot during Homecoming. Then we just can include a little blurb at the end about the upcoming Greek/PSW weekend. ”

  “Maybe we need to get some of the Olympian gods to be shirtless. ”

  Riley grins at me. “You, start writing the script. ” Then he turns to Dallas. “And, you, go get Maggie, Ariela, Aiden, Jake, and Logan out of class. ”

  “Why them?”

  “If I’m going to appeal to 8th grade boys, I need hot girls. Plus, it’s every boy’s fantasy. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. All together, waiting for him at Eastbrooke. ”

  We get to his room. While he messes with his camera, I grab his laptop, sit at his desk, and pull up Eastbrooke’s website and perspective student video.

  Eastbrooke: Honor. Tradition. Excellency.

  It goes on about how great Eastbrooke is in a very boring fashion. There are still shots of kids in classes. At activities. One of a cheering crowd at a sporting event. Really, it’s pretty bland and impersonal. I can see why kids aren’t signing up for the PSW.

  Hmmm.

  I spin on Riley’s chair. “So what if we start with this shot. The beginning of the other video with the “honor, tradition, and excellency” thing, then make it look like we tagged it with graffiti. Like we’ve spray painted a big cougar paw over the top of it. ”

  “I like it. What do you think for a script?”

  “I don’t know that just showing clips of Homecoming and stuff is a good idea. That’s what’s on the other video. Photos of people you don’t know. It’s really impersonal. ”

  “So, let’s make it personal. Talk about us. ”

  “Our story?”

  “Yeah. Let’s take them through a day. Getting coffee and breakfast with our friends. Goofing around in the halls between classes. Dinner. Hanging out in our dorms. ” He smirks. “Maybe you girls could wear your Mission: Impossible lingerie and have a pillow fight. ”

  “Very funny. But I think the idea of showing us girls hanging out in my dorm is a great idea. I mean, really, the dorm can be like one big slumber party. ”

  “Exactly. And I’ll get some shots of the guys, chilling in Aiden’s room, playing video games. Texting girls. Stuff like that. ”

  “That sounds good. And maybe dance practice, soccer practice, rehearsal. There’s a French club meeting at lunch and lit club after dance. We can recreate whatever we want to. ”

  “The dean is really cool,” Riley replies. “We’re lucky. ”

  “Yeah, we are. ”

  “Okay, so before everyone gets here, I want to record you. Let’s go outside where the lighting is good. Do you know what you want to say?”

  “I think so, yes. ”

  We get situated outside of Hawthorne House. “Riley, you know, one of my favorite things about this school is how pretty it is. So let’s make sure we get shots of the trees, and we should get some shots of a pick-up soccer game in the common area. ”

  “Shirts and skins?”

  “Absolutely! So what do you want me to do? Should I stand or sit on the steps?”

  “Stand. I love those little thigh-high sock things you wear. Those ribbon ones are my favorite. ”

  Riley holds up the camera and says, “Roll that. ”

  Which causes me to crack up instead of talking.

  “Maybe we can do some bloopers at the end. ” He nods at me. “Go. ”

  I smile for the camera and start talking. “Hi, I’m Keatyn. I was sitting where you are, just a few months ago, watching videos, trying to decide where to go to school. You can learn all about academic excellence and tradition on the other video, but, in this video, we want you to experience Eastbrooke. ”

  He stops recording. “That’s good, I like it. ”

  “I want to introduce you and Dallas. Tell them how we met. Then we’ll follow all of us on our day. ”

  Dallas shows up with Maggie, Logan, Jake, Ariela, and Aiden. After Riley and Ariela suck each other’s faces off, we fill everyone in on what we want to do. Riley hands Jake the camera.

  I speak to the camera. “This is Riley and Dallas. Say hi, boys. ”

  Dallas says, “Hey, y’all,” in his adorable accent. Riley, hotly, sticks out his tongue at the camera and yells, “What’s up?”

  We spend the day filming all over school. Some scenes with just a few of us. Others with classrooms full of students.

  After that, Ariela goes back to class, and the others are off recruiting guys for the pick-up soccer game.

  I’m sitting in the grass waiting for them to show up.

  I glance at the goal and think about Aiden, who, even though he’s been helping on and off today, has been acting weird.

  Like, sort of standoffish, maybe.

  Sometimes he gives me those looks. Like he wants to talk to me or say something, but then he doesn’t.

  And I really don’t know what his deal is.

  Maybe now he’s embarrassed about the stars?

  Aiden is first to return. He has a soccer ball and is bouncing it off his knees over and over again.

  “Wanna see if you can score on me?” he asks, finally saying a full sentence to me for the first time today.

  “I probably wouldn’t do very well in these heels,” I reply, bending my knee to show him a cute shoe. “But I would like to play you again. Especially since you told me only, like, ten people have ever scored on you. ”

  “That was just in games. ”

  “Fine, then. We’ll consider it a game. ”

  “How will it work?”

  “Hmm. I'll kick a penalty shot. No, I’ll kick twenty of them. If I get eleven of them past you and into the net, I win. ”

  “And what will you win?”

  “Bragging rights are all I need. ”

  “No, it needs to be bigger than that. Let me think about it, B-Moi. ”

  “I’m not sleeping with you if you win,” I say immediately, knowing that’s what his shortened Baise moi is suggesting.

  “I wouldn't want you to,” he says.

  My face drops. He doesn’t want to sleep with me? I look down at the grass and start studying the blades.

  Oh, I have so been friend-zoned. He just wanted to get rid of the stupid stars. That’s all it was.

  I’m not the one. Not the dream girl.

  I see Aiden’s shoes coming toward me. He kneels down next to me, but I refuse to look at him. If I do, I’ll probably start crying.

  Oh, I hate him.

  “Boots?” he says. I pretend to be really interested in the single blade of grass I just picked. He puts his hand under my chin and pushes it up so I have to look into his sparkling emerald eyes. “When we sleep together, it's not going to be because of a bet. ”

  I swallow.

  And turn away quickly.

  When we sleep together?

  Is that what he wants? Is that why he wants to be my friend? Does he want to be friends with benefits?

  Sorry, Aiden. Been there. Done that. Hacked the shirt with scissors, ripped it to shreds, then burned the effing thing to oblivion.

  Fortunately, Riley runs by, flicks my hair, and steals the soccer ball out of Aiden’s hands, causing Aiden to tear off after him.

  While they chase each other around, my mind wanders to what sleeping with Aiden would be like.

  I’m pretty sure it would be like dropping the hairdryer in the tub while I'm taking a bath.

  I
’d probably be majorly electrocuted and die.

  But I bet it would be worth the risk.

  All the guys show up, so Riley goes into director mode. Saying who he wants on which team. Who should take off their shirts. And what to do.

  I’m sitting in the grass next to Maggie, thinking about how fitting it is that this field be included in the video. It was one of the first things I saw when I got here. When I took a deep breath and finally felt safe. And, later, how crazy I was to run down the hill, steal the ball from Dawson, and kick it past Aiden’s head. Dawson bringing me here to ask me out. Aiden and me sitting on the bench outside the library, overlooking the field, and watching the sunset.

  Maggie elbows my side. “So, tell me about the stars. What happened? Are you and Aiden gonna get together now? What are you going to do about Dawson? Did you see Jake was teasing me? I think I might like him. Should I like him?”

  I smile at her. Maggie is such a beautiful girl, and I adore her fun personality. She and Jake would be cute together, but it also seems like there’s something going on with her and Logan. Something about the way they look at each other.

  I grab her hand. “Before I answer all that, I just want to say that I’m so glad we’re friends. Sitting here reminds me of when school started. ”

  “I remember hearing about the crazy-ass girl who kicked a soccer ball past Aiden. I never imagined we’d become good friends. But I love you. You’re as crazy as me. ” She grabs me and pulls me into a hug.

  Riley, who has apparently caught our moment on tape, yells from across the field, “Make out!”

  Maggie and I respond in the exact same manner at the exact same time, both flipping him off and then lying back in the grass and giggling.

  After getting an appropriate number of shirts vs. skins shots, I take Riley into the dance locker room and then get the girls together to hang out in my dorm room. We change into pajamas and do all the stuff we usually do. Gossip, paint our nails, talk on social media, do homework, and eat.

  Then we do the same thing with the boys. Show a football practice. Riley lifting weights. Dallas running. Then all the guys piled into Aiden’s room, eating and playing video games. Aiden and me studying in the library. Him slaughtering the French language and me trying to protect it.

  After that, we go back to the dean to tell him we’re done filming, but that Riley will need tonight to edit it.

  He asks us to have it to him by tomorrow morning at eight. Apparently, the school is going to email it to their prospective student list in hopes of buoying this weekend’s attendance.

  Wrapped up in a relationship.

  6:50pm

  I get to rehearsal a little early. The director immediately pulls me aside.

  “So, Miss Monroe, what did you decide? Are you going to give me a committed performance or are you going to quit?”

  I smile. “I’m going to give you an amazing performance. I’m really sorry about last week. I kind of got caught up in a guy. ”

  “Who you’ve since broken up with, or so I’ve heard. ”

  “Yeah, but I was going to keep doing it even if that hadn’t happened. Acting is something I really want to do. Like, maybe even with my life. So, it’s important to me. I just, I sort of forgot to think about me. Have you ever done that?”

  “Gotten wrapped up in a relationship? Sure. Everyone does sometimes. Learning that it’s okay to be yourself, have your own interests, and still be part of a committed relationship is part of growing up. And something I learned the hard way. ”

  “Really, how?”

  “In college, I was in a one-act play. But the girl I was dating had a sorority function the same night and was upset that I couldn’t go. She was going to take another date, so I quit the play even though it was important to me. ”

  “Was the sorority thing that big of a deal?”

  “Not really. And I held it against her, which then undermined our relationship. ”

  “The one that got away, huh?”

  “Actually, no. I chose to get away because she wasn’t supportive of me. If it was a good relationship, she would’ve come to my play, then we would have gone to the last half of her formal. You have to want to make it work. ”

  I think about Tommy and Mom and how they won’t do movies at the same time in different locations. How they won’t be apart for more than a week. How supportive they are of each other. What Aiden said to me at tryouts flits through my brain. How, if Dawson loved me, he should be there supporting me. Watching me try out. Not making me feel guilty for doing what I love.

  “That makes sense. ”

  He smiles at me. “And I do have some good news for you. Wednesday and Thursday, you get the night off. We’re going to be focusing those rehearsals on memorizing lines. Since you have yours down, you get a little reward. ”

  “Really?! Thank you!”

  “No, thank you. It’s nice to work with a professional. You, Logan, and Jake are the only ones in the cast who are prepared. ”

  I take my usual seat in the back of the auditorium and pull out my homework. Might as well get started on it. I have a comparative essay due tomorrow for English, math problems, a science worksheet, and history chapter questions.

  I’m tackling the essay when my phone buzzes. I expect it to be Aiden since it’s unusual for him to be late.

  Dawson: I missed walking you to class today.

  Me: We were working on a project for the dean.

  Dawson: I heard. Was it fun?

  Me: Yeah, sort of. The dean saw the video we made on the plane. This was sort of our punishment.

  Dawson: That video really upset me.

  His comment makes me feel bad and pisses me off at the same time. It’s like he’s trying to make me feel bad for making him feel bad when he made me feel bad.

  Does that even make sense?