As we're walking to my mom's SUV, Becca can hardly contain herself. I think she's more excited than I am about my exchange with Bryson. I quickly fill her in on everything that was said.
"He so loves you," she insists, grinning. "And you should have seen Summer's face the whole time y'all were talking. She was so pissed!" Her grin turns to all out laughter.
"Great, another reason for her to kill me," I say sarcastically. Then I approach the passenger door and stick my hand in the window to tickle Hailey. "Hey, pretty girl, whatcha doin?"
"Nothing, just playing," she replies, completely engulfed in a game on Carson's phone, which is strange. She's never allowed to play on Carson's phone. Come to think of it, he never lets her sit in the front seat, either. As I reach for the back door handle, I can't help but think she has something on him.
"Hey there, cheerleader," Carson jokes as I open the door. I toss my bag in the back.
"Don't remind me," I reply with an eye roll.
6
Trouble Sleeping
It was no big surprise when I woke up at 8:00 sharp the next morning, which is ridiculously early for me on a Saturday. I didn't have an easy time falling asleep the night before, either. When the reality of my cheerleader situation actually sank in yesterday evening, a slight panic set in, and luckily Becca was able to calm me down over the phone.
She simply pointed out to me what I already knew, and I forced myself to play out the alternative situation in my mind. The situation where I would have to go to school Monday morning and reveal my genius, draw an insane amount of attention to myself from students and teachers alike, and just sit back and watch in horror as my life recklessly steers its way into a completely different direction, all the while hoping I don't lose Becca along the way. Yeah, that's surely a more terrifying reality. And after running that detailed scenario through my mind, becoming a cheerleader--while not ideal--feels much better.
But I still had trouble falling asleep. I laid awake in bed for almost three hours thinking about everything, and even after falling asleep I seemed to wake up every hour tossing and turning. So I'm exhausted this morning to say the least, but the last thing I want to do is lay back down in this bed and continue my unsuccessful attempts to get some sleep. So, I decide to get up.