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    Farrah Leevar: Well said!
    Henry Emmitt: So are you seeing anyone right now?
    Farrah Leevar: Not really.
     
    Evasive was good, right?
     
    Henry Emmitt: Cool.
     
    There was a long pause where neither of us typed anything, and then he wrote:
     
    Henry Emmitt: Do you want to come up to Brownsburg and go to that movie with me tomorrow?
    Farrah Leevar: Sure!
     
    I typed it and sent it before I even thought! I dropped my head and banged it against my desk. What had I just done? Then I added:
     
    Farrah Leevar: I’ll have to see if I can catch a ride up; do you want to meet at the theater?
    Henry Emmitt: Yeah, that’s cool.
    Farrah Leevar: Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.
    Henry Emmitt: K, night.
     
    I closed my laptop and paced for a few minutes. Then I re-opened it and Video Chatted with Tasha and Jade to discuss my impending doom.
     
     
    At school, Henry whistled as he passed me in the halls, wearing his “Mom likes me best” tee and smiled hello’s to everyone he passed. In English, he and Byron talked through the whole class.
     
    “ Did you tell her what time the movie starts?” Byron asked, sitting sideways and not paying attention to Mr. Ziggler reading his poem.
     
    “ I didn’t; I’ll text her now.” He took out his phone and sent a message. Moments later my phone buzzed softly -in my hoodie pocket. My face turned red, but no one noticed. He stared at his phone. My heart pounded as I realized he was waiting for a response. I took a deep breath. He’d just have to wait. I wasn’t brave enough to text him while I was sitting next to him.
     
    “ Do not wear your ‘I am the man from Nantucket’ shirt,” Byron continued, as Henry stared at his phone. “You’ll look like a douche.”
     
    “ It’s my lucky shirt,” Henry pleaded.
     
    “ It won’t be if you wear it.” Byron rolled his eyes, then glared at me. I hadn’t realized I was so focused on their conversation and watching their every move. Henry glanced at me, but quickly returned to his phone. I looked down at my open book.
     
    “ Fine! What should I wear?” He gave up on his phone and leaned back in his seat.
     
    “ What am I, Project Runway ? I don’t know,” Byron spouted, then softened his tone and added, “OK, OK, we’ll hit up Metropolis Mall in Plainfield and get you some new threads, and…” He paused, eye-balling Henry’s head.
     
    Henry ran his fingers through his hair as if that would make it look less messy. “A haircut,” Henry groaned.
     
    Byron continued, “You really like Farrah, and this is the first time you’re meeting her. Only the best will do.” I turned and stared out the window. He liked me, enough to get a haircut. That was saying something; he hadn’t even got a haircut for the spring formal.
     
    After school, Jade and Tasha were in Farah mode. We picked out a rocking outfit, but one that was totally casual, and I tied a scarf around my wrist, typical Farrah. Tasha made my make-up look very subtle. I was quite pleased until she brought out the bright red lipstick.
     
    “ Um, no,” I said, shaking my head.
     
    “ Um, yes. Why do you think I did your makeup this way? You have one feature that stands out to ensure that you stand out—sometimes the eyes, sometimes the lips. Tonight, the lips.” Jade laughed as she brushed my hair up into a pony tail. I had snuck out my mom’s wig, but I couldn’t put it on until I was out of the house. It sat in my oversized purse on the bed.
     
    “ What if he doesn’t like me?” I squirmed.
     
    “ What if he thinks you’re amazing?” Jade countered.
     
    “ What if he figures it out and hates me?”
     
    “ What if he realizes you’re amazing!” Tasha insisted, as she and Jade stood me up and shoved me out the bathroom door. “We’ll be here when you get back.” I gave them one last look, hoping to be rescued, but they only shooed me on. I grabbed my purse and was out the door. There was no going back.
     
     
     
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