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Sloane@its_sloane
Come to our one of our practices! I’ll help you pick out a good potential girlfriend ;)
Call Me Jude@judeturner
I think I’ve already found one
I dropped my phone in surprise and had to cover my mouth with my hand as I bent forward and squealed. He couldn’t meanwhat I thought he did, right? He couldn’t possibly be talking about me. I grabbed my phone and read the tweet again. I wasn’t sure if there was a way I could be misinterpreting this… I guess I would just have to see on Monday.
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“SLOANE!”Grace yelled up the stairs. “Hurry up!”
I desperately hopped into my school skirt while trying to brush my teeth at the same time. I’d woken up insanely late this morning, which, of course, happened to be the same day that Grace wanted to get to school early. I paused in brushing my teeth for just long enough to pull my shirt over my head—almost suffocating myself in the process—then ran back to the bathroom to drop my toothbrush off and hurriedly run my fingers through my long hair to make it semi-presentable.
Who was I kidding? It still looked awful. I was going to have to do full hair in the car. Good thing I wasn’t the one driving today.
Grace came stomping upstairs just as I ran back into the hall to get to my room. She stood on the landing with her hands on her hips and a foot tapping, looking remarkably like a fifteen-year-old version of my mother.
“We’re going to be late,” she said.
“No, we’re not,” I said. I ducked under my desk to grab my backpack from where I’d discarded it on the ground on Friday, then started randomly shoving every single paper on my desk into it because I couldn’t remember what was important andwhat wasn’t. In my defense, it was only the second week of school. Why did we have any homework at all? Shouldn’t we have some time to get back into the routine of classes every day?
Grace came all the way upstairs and stood in my doorway. She was so perfectly in line with the Take Five poster on the outside of her room door that if I squinted, it actually looked like she was part of it. “Yes, weare. We’re going to be late, and I won’t get to meet Take Five, and it will be all. Your. Fault.”
I pushed myself onto my knees and blew my hair out of my face.
“Listen, freak,” I said because it was my duty as her older sister to keep her humble and in line. “First of all, we’re not going to be late. Even if we left ten minutes from now, we still wouldn’t be late. So quit badgering me. And second, it’s not like the band is hosting a meet-up before school. They’ll probably be in the office where you won’t even be able to see them, so you need tochill.”
“But if they are in the hallways, then you’ll be taking away my one chance?—”
“They will be at school every day?—”
“You know how much I want to meet them?—”
“Who knows, maybe Neil will even be in your class?—”
We both just kept raising our voices louder and louder until our words were indistinguishable because we were flat-out yelling.
“Girls!” My mom’s voice cut through the noise. Grace and I both immediately shut up, though it didn’t stop us from making faces at each other. My mom joined Grace in the doorway a moment later. “What is going on here?”
“Sloane is taking forever to get ready, and we’re going to be late.”
I rolled my eyes. “As I was just explaining to Grace, we have tons of time before we need to leave, and we’re fine.”
“I want to?—”
“Meet Take Five, yes, yes, I know.” I grabbed the last of my things off the floor and stood up. Since we were standing here anyway, I took the chance to grab my brush from my nightstand and started doing my hair. “Look, if you wanted to get to school an hour early, maybe you should have arranged it with one of your friends.”
“If I’d known you were going to be this slow, I would have,” Grace said, crossing her arms.
“I never even agreed to go in early, you know,” I said. I grabbed my clips and ducked down so I could see the makeup mirror propped up on my desk as I twisted some hair back. It was the best look I’d ever done, but it was good enough. At least it hid my bedhead.
“I asked you last night.”
“You demanded last night,” I said, “and then walked off before I could see that I didn’t want to go in at the crack of dawn.”
“It is not?—”
