Walking the walk

We did a fast dance with Shayna, Carlizza, June, and Dawn, whose dates were somewhere on the dance floor. Well, they were OBVIOUSLY trying to sneak in on us and watch. Shayna gave me a mischievous smile, and I shook my head. Dawn danced up to me and slyly pried Diego away.

"What's going on with you two? Come on! Spill the beans."

"Nothing, Dawn. We just danced, that's all... Don't tell me you're recording this?" I asked, glaring at her. She shrugged and snuck away. Shayna kept us upbeat with terrific music till 11, and after the dance, everyone agreed that it was the best Homecoming party ever. Shayna blushed her way back home with Harry, while Diego walked me home. We talked about lights, friends, movies, and loads of things I'd never dream of sharing with a boy... One of which does NOT include periods. I mean, YUCK!

Anyway, as soon as we reached the front porch—which couldn't have looked any better had Diego not been in it—we stopped talking and just stared at each other for what seemed like FOREVER. You know that look, the I-really-just-want-to-kiss-you-but-please-don't-move-away look. He leaned close, so close that I could feel his hot breath wash over my face. Here it is, guys. This is where Diego Sanchez, Heather-ville's almighty, your-highness, hunkiest hunk of all hunks, kisses Summer Scotts, your A-type, normal, dorky girl who's faced the worst disease ever to befall girlhood: being rejected by a nerd. Our lips were only a whisper away, his hands were all over my face, and mine were on his arm. And just count on the worst to happen. Someone coughed from behind us, and we spun around, shocked and embarrassed. And guess who it was? Ok, don't guess. He's not worth your IQ, whatever level it may be.

It was my damned, horrible, I-wish-you-were-never-born brother, Henry. I glowered at him, and he gave us a quizzical look. Diego moved away, hands buried deep in his pockets.

"What the hell, Summer? You're in high school already?" I just rolled my eyes at that boy and glared at him.

"Crawl under a rock and die, Henry," I shot back, grabbing Diego's hand and leading him down to the sidewalk.

"Can it be under that rock in your brain... Sorry, that rock YOU call a brain?" I walked faster, pissed off. Cathy's probably the only person I hate more than Henry, though I can't think of who I'd rather live with. Cathy's out to make my life miserable, but Henry makes ME miserable.

"Stupid asshole," I cursed under my breath, angry and terribly embarrassed all at once. I looked up to find Diego staring at me.

"You two don't really get along, do you?"

"I hate him."

"Older siblings are like that. You shouldn't let him get to you." I scoffed.

"If statements like that from Henry ever got to me, I'd have probably committed suicide the moment I turned one." He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. I touched his arm.

"I'm really sorry about Henry, Diego. Really."

"You don't have to apologize." He looked down at his watch and then at me.

What do you want to say Diego?

Cause I'm dying to know!