When Summer Ends [SAMPLE ONLY] *** Previously called The Perfect summer...

When Summer Ends - Chapter 4

I forced a smile, pulling out a stool from under the counter and sitting. I tried not to groan when I looked down at the mountain of food. I wasn’t even remotely hungry. I held in my heavy sigh and picked up my knife and fork. I resisted the urge to pout as I pushed the food round on my plate like a lovesick puppy, pining for my boyfriend that I wouldn’t see for a day and a half. It didn’t sound a terribly long time when said that way, but it was actually the longest time I had spent away from him since we met. 

My mom sat down next to me with her breakfast. “So, are you still bringing Will to meet us on Saturday?” she asked, smiling happily.

I felt a little thrill go through me at the mere mention of his name. I nodded, grinning. Will had finally plucked up the courage to want to meet my dad, so we had arranged for him to come over for a barbeque on Saturday afternoon. My friends were coming too; they still hadn’t even met him because I wanted to keep him all to myself for a little while before we integrated into the social network of my friends. I also didn’t want them to embarrass me and say something that would make him run away from me screaming.

A horn blasted from out the front. I smiled, grateful for the fact that I didn’t have to force down the rest of my waffles. I jumped up quickly, scraping my plate into the trash before kissing my mom on the cheek. “See you after school,” I called over my shoulder, grabbing my bag and running from the house to Amy’s waiting car.

As soon as I was inside, she was talking. She was ridiculously eager for school to start again; she wanted to find a new boyfriend. “So what do you think, will there be any hot transfer students this year?” she asked excitedly as she drove the fifteen minutes to school.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe. If there is you’d better get in there quick before I do,” I joked, winking at her.

She smirked at me. “And what would Mr Perfect say if he heard you talking like that?”

I grinned, I didn’t even need to think about how to answer that question, I already knew what his answer would be. “He’d say; ‘damn, Cutie, I must need to step up my game if you’re looking at other guys’ or something like that anyway,” I said, grinning as I tried to do an impression of his silky voice.

Amy laughed and shook her head. “I can’t wait to meet him. I love that he calls you Cutie, that’s so sweet.” She sighed dreamily. “I want my own Mr Perfect.”

“Maybe you’ll meet yours today,” I suggested as we pulled into the parking lot.

“I hope so.” She cut the engine, grabbed her bag from the back and swung her long legs out of the car. As soon as we were out we were both attacked into hugs by friends and people that we hadn’t seen for weeks. Excited chatter started as everyone exchanged summer stories.  

After a few minutes, Amy and I excused ourselves and went to get our schedules from the office. I cast my eyes over mine quickly. Everything looked all right, apart from the fact that I had gym first and calculus last, which totally sucked. I hated calculus and was seriously failing last year, actually to the point where I had to be buddied with someone to help me. To say that was an embarrassing experience would be a massive understatement. Some people just weren’t meant to learn math, and I was undeniably one of them.

A quick glance at Amy’s schedule showed that we had exactly the same. I squealed with excitement that I would at least have her there too. Hmm, maybe she can help me with the stupid math. “We have the exact same schedule!” I cried.

She grinned. “Awesome! See, senior year is going to be great, I can feel it.” She linked her arm through mine as we made our way to the gym.

Luckily, as it was our first day and no one had their gym uniform, we were to ‘discuss our expectations of the subject and what we wanted to achieve this year in gym class’ which essentially meant a free period to hang out and catch up with all of the gossip over the summer.