I’ve felt different since I told Lisa about Ronny. Like a more ethereal and stronger version of myself. I know it seems weird because I sat there crying like a baby for a friggin’ half hour, not giving a s**t if anyone saw. And I think a couple of tenth graders did notice. But afterwards, I was like a birthday balloon. You know? How the helium makes it bob in the air?
It’s been over a week and it still hasn’t popped. In fact, that buoyancy gave me some cajones. Deciding I didn’t give a s**t what she thought, I finally cornered Janice on the school quad and asked her what the f**k was up. Was she going with me to World Fest or not?
“Can’t decide,” she replied, smoothing her hair with a hand.
“Come on, I need an answer. Yes or no?”
“Then no. I don’t have the money. My cawr barely makes i
