Sixteen Years Later
“Cathleen! All I’m asking is one date; unless you’re too scared,” Henry begged on the knees. I slapped his arm and pulled him up.
“You know why I can’t…” I trailed off blushing. He went red in the face and nodded.
“I’m sorry, I forgot about,” I shushed him.
“No one knows ok? It’s pretty much a secret. Only you and Mason know,” He scowled at the name Mason.
“Why do you gotta be friends with him? He’s so rude and disrespectful,” I giggled at his outburst.
“You’re only mad because he beat you in that video game the two of you play….What’s the name?”
He grumbled, “It’s called Kill All. How many times have I told you, it’s not only a video game; it challenges both your creativity and your decision making.” I rolled my eyes at his explanation. This is what I got every time I brought it up that video game. “And yeah, I guess I’m only mad ‘cause he beat me. Fine you got the truth outta me,” He grinned. We all were the greatest friends. These two were like my older brothers—well all until Henry asked me on a date, and then it didn’t feel quite like that. Mason was very calm about everything, but he was still the nicest guy around. It always made me felt good when he was around. He just gave out good energy. Henry, well let’s just say he had the power in this group—all the happiness and fun radiated off of him. And me, well, let’s just say I’m the glue and not say anything more about it. K? Okay good.
“Hey girls,” Mason came up behind me and Henry glared at him and huffed—trying to do it in the most manly way possible. “Come on, dude. You know I was kidding,” Mason grabbed Henry’s head and gave him one of his famous nuggies. I laughed when Henry stood up and his usually perfectly slick hair was standing up on its ends. Just then the bell decided to ring and we all gave a sigh.
“Well I guess this means schools starting,” I frowned a little.
“Don’t make that face; it’s not attractive,” Mason said smiling down at me. I made an even worse face and he put up his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay. Just please never make that face again!”
“Gentleman and lady, don’t you think it’s time for you to go to class?” Principal Gertrude interrupted us, glaring over her spectacles. We grinned meekly and headed toward our classes.
“Well, this day’s off to a great start,” I complained to Henry, who was in my first class.
“It can only get better!” Henry said happily.