Olivia (Logan 5)

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.