about their plans for graduation night. There was an
air of excitement about them that I longed to share. I
hadn't attended any graduation parties when I had
graduated. Daddy, Mother, Belinda and I simply went
to have dinner in the Steak and Brew House.
Afterward, I sat in my room and gazed out the
window into the night, thinking about the bonfires on
the beach, the music and the laughter I was not
sharing. No one had asked me to go and I hated
attending parties with my wallflower girlfriends. The
worst thing was to stand around and hope some boy
would show me some attention, as if I were a beggar
looking for a handout of affection. I would never give
any boy the satisfaction. If loneliness was the price to
pay until someone right came along, than that was the
price, I decided, and tried not to think about it. But it wasn't easy going to sleep and wondering
what sort of man would come knocking on my door,
bringing me boxes of candy and flowers and standing
around anxiously, waiting for a compliment, a look of
pleasure, a promise from my lips as did these three
hovering over Belinda.
"It's getting late," I finally announced. They all
turned to me as if just realizing I was still there. "Yeah, I've got to get to a rehearsal," Quin said.
"I hope you feel better," Arnold said.
"Me too," Peter followed.
Belinda sat forward, permitting the blanket to
fall too low again. The three sets of eyes widened and
held on the depth of her cleavage. I cleared my throat
loudly and nodded at her and she pulled the blanket
back up.