Fast4ward (6)

***************Scott********************

The next two years seemed to go by in a flash. My standard grades were over before I knew what was happening, I managed to get good enough grades to do my Higher’s, but only just. Highers also went by without me knowing what had happened, all I remember is a blur of studying, studying, studying and finally exams, then freedom, for about a week or two before school started again. The summer holidays drew to a close all too soon, bringing with them my results (English, A; Maths, C+; Latin, B-; Geography, A and Int. 2 Bus Man, B+) I was pretty pleased with what I had achieved, but that was soon forgotten when I was faced with my 6th year. I had filled in and submitted my UCAS form on schedule and it was looking pretty impressive, even If I do say so myself, but now two things stood before me and the next stage of my life:

Exams…… argh!
The 6th year ball… triple argh!

My last chance with Jen would be on this night. Yes, I was still in at least lust, if not actual love with her. Over the months our date had, although not yet faded into unremembered oblivion, it was now an almost bearable memory.
In some ways I supposed it would be a good thing, a final parting of ways…. Or … or joining of ways… that is of course assuming she still knew that I existed…
I wasn’t sure as to whether she was aware of my continued existence these days, but whether or not she was; she still went out with that Matt bloke. Maybe this time she’d erm... wake up and smell the coffee?

A bloke can dream…




*********************** Jen ********************

"Omigod! What am I going to wear? Help! Ros! I need help! What the hell am I going to wear? This is like the most important night of my entire high school career and I don’t know what to wear!"

" Ok, ok, calm down! Jen! Jennifer! Calm yourself! You know exactly what you are wearing! It was delivered this morning! We just need to customise it slightly. It’ll look fabulous…"
my best friend kept chatting on about my outfit until I was calm. I gripped the phone tighter and we began discussing travel plans.

There was one week left until the ball, my stomach was in knots, it was so exciting, Matt and I were going to go out for dinner, get into a limo and drive to the school. It was going to be the most perfect night of my life!

I couldn’t believe how fast the last two years of my life had gone, I had virtually forgotten about that Scott geek, I still got the occasional twang of guilt when I thought about how badly I had been persuaded to treat him. I really hoped he’d forgotten about me. Not that it was my problem any more…


****************** Random Girl**************

"Ooooooh!" I squealed down the phone, " Deep red lace? Mmm, that sounds gorgeous!"
"’Course it does, doll face, I bought it especially for you. You don’t think I would choose you something that was anything less than spectacularly extraordinary?"
"Don’t be silly! How soon will it be here? Please say very very very soon! Please? Pretty please?" Geoffrey sighed down the transatlantic connection.
"I’ll get it Fedex’d in the morning ok sweetie?"
" Thank you! Love you!" I put the phone down on my elder brother. He was the most annoying boy in the world when he was at home, but as soon as he was in Seattle I missed him and his sarcasm like hell. I had told him about my 6th year ball a month previously to that conversation, and had immediately forgotten even mentioning it. With only a week to go, and no definite idea of what to wear, I had been pretty screwed, and then Geof had called and saved me. I owed him my life… thereabouts at least.

Now all I needed was a date…



********************* Tessa ***************

"… I remain in the shadows, growing wings… "

That was how I felt about Scott, he had never and would never notice me. I was positive he only thought of me when he thought about Latin, I was just his Latin buddy. Great. I knew everything about him, all about his unrequited love for Jen, which she totally didn’t deserve, but she had it, whilst I was sitting there, next to him, breathing in his beautiful scent, listening to all his woes, understanding him, even when no-one else did, and what do I get for it? Nothing, not even a nod in the corridor, he doesn’t ever ask me about myself, oh, we’ve occasionally talked about music (we both like AFI, and old punk bands) but he knows virtually nothing about me. I know his soul. I want to give him my soul, myself; body, soul, heart and mind, but… he won’t take it, he doesn’t even know what’s on offer. I sat in the lockers, watching for his Docs to go past. They were black and paint spattered. They had originally been cherry red, but he’d had a depressive mood and painted them black. The paint was mainly from when he had missed the floor or canvas (he painted, occasionally, in his spare time) and then, in a fit of creativity he had spattered more on. Those shoes were a statement about him, and I loved him for it.

No matter how hard I tried to get on without him, I never succeeded. In part
due to the fact that I still sat next to him in Latin, and also because I didn’t want to give up on him. I had one more chance to get him to notice me.

The 6th year ball.

I had it all planned out, I would make, with the help of my aunt, who had been a seamstress, a beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous, stunning ballgown. I would ask him to the ball, then I would wow him with my gorgeousness, he would forget about Jen and we would dance the night away, after, of course, being crowned prom king and queen. That, obviously, was were my plan faltered, since we weren’t in America, it was highly unlikely that we would be having a prom queen, even less likely that, should we in fact have one, I would crowned.

There was another fatal flaw in my plan. Scott wouldn’t go with me. He was going with his best friend’s sister, strictly as a favour, but still… I was stranded…


Just one week to go…