Twilight's Last Night--Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Ding! Farren's basketball scraped the inside of the metal hoop, still making it in, but barely. The basketball fell on the pavement of the driveway out of the garage and started rolling towards the street. Farren ran after it.

"Wow..." I flipped through the pages of Romeo's script for the play Romeo and Juliet. "I seriously have a lot of lines, Farren."

My best friend snorted, dribbling the basketball back up the driveway to where I was sitting on the grass in front of her house. "You'll do fine. You're like the whiz at memorizing stuff. And I should know." She went up for a shot and made it again, grabbing the ball before it hit the ground and almost fell into the road again. Tucking the ball under her arm, she walked over towards me and flopped down on the grass beside me. "Oh, man, I can't believe we're freshman."

I laughed, laying back in the grass, too. "Better face it."

Farren sat up suddenly. "You know what really annoys me about Evan and Sabrina?"

That I have to be leads with them in the play? I thought. That would be one of my reasons why they annoyed me. They were so good at stuff. And now I was stuck with them, Evan being a... what was it? A cat? And Sabrina was Juliet. Ugh.

"What?" I played along, sighing.

Farren got to her feet, dribbled the basketball for a few steps, and then jumped, making a three-pointer. It was more perfect then any of her other shots today. "It's just how they think they can do everything. How they think they're so much better then anybody, and that nobody is really... I don't know... human or something."

I sighed. "I'd have to agree with you there."

Farren shot again, making it. "And you know what else annoys me? They act like we should all be fine like that. Like we're loyal subjects or something and should just bow at their feet and kiss their toes." She rolled her eyes.

I laughed at the thought of Farren kissing Sabrina Marks's toes.

"Well, it's true!" she cried.

"I wasn't laughing at you," I told her. "I was laughing at the thought of you kissing their toes."

"Oh." She scratched her head. "Yeah, you're right. I'd rather punch their noses then kiss their toes."

At just that moment a big truck pulled up in front.

"I wonder who on earth that is," muttered Farren, tucking her ball under her arm and starting towards it.

Gripping my script, I followed her. As we got closer to the truck, the passenger window, that was facing us, slowly came down. And suddenly we were staring into the face of Evan Jackson.

"Wanna ride?" he asked.