handsome tux but not looking nearly as interesting as Bryant. Even Averyâs cream-colored dress seems a little drab and predictable. For Claytonâs sake, I try to act much happier than Iâm feeling right now. And I can tell it bothers him. A while later, I even catch him gazing at me, almost longingly or perhaps with regret. Itâs everything I had hoped for tonight. And yet I get no satisfaction.
As the evening progresses, I feel myself becoming more and more obsessed with Kelsey Nelson. I canât seem to escape the painful realization of how sheâs such a lying cheat. Or how she pulled me into her selfish schemes. Or how she so cleverly tricked me into feeling sorry for her. It keeps running through my mind like the headline on a reader board: Airheaded Cheerleader Triumphs Over Academic Nerd.
Oh sure, I know I had a choice in the matter. I couldâve done it all differently. But like a dope, I fell for the bait. I almost wonder if she didnât plan it all like that. Perhaps she wanted me to keep her bracelet and use it the way I did. That way Iâd be in just as deep as she is.
As I dance and smile and laugh, putting on the act of my life, all in the hopes that Bryant isnât too disappointed in his date â especially after the time and effort heâs invested in tonight â all I can think of is that I am a complete and utter fool. As we dance to the music, four words keep reverberating through my brain, repeating themselves with the beat: Youâre such a fool, youâre such a fool, youâre such a fool â¦
. . . [CHAPTER 7]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
O n Sunday morning, my dad comes into my room with a big grin. âWe have a surprise for you today. Get up and get dressed ASAP.â
âAre we going to church?â I look groggily at my clock to see itâs barely eight. I didnât get home until after one last night, and then I didnât sleep well.
âNo, weâll miss church today. But itâll be worth it. Youâll see.â
So not knowing what Iâm in for, I get dressed and let Rory out into the backyard, then go out to find my parents already in the car. âLetâs get out of here,â Dad says, backing his car out of the garage. âWeâll nab a bite to eat on our way.â
âAnd the sooner weâre out of town, the better,â Mom explains. âJust in case the hospital calls and tries to get me to come in to work.â
Before long, Dadâs on the freeway, and after about an hour, he finally stops at a Starbucks and we get coffee and pastries to go. âJust enough to tide us over until we get there,â he tells me. âWe have reservations for lunch.â
Weâre going north, but I have no idea what the destination is ⦠nor do I care. After I finish my coffee and muffin, I fall asleep. When I wake up, the car has stopped and Dad is getting out.
âHere we are,â he announces as he opens the back door.
I sit up and blink, getting my bearings. âWhere?â
âStanford.â Mom hands me an envelope. âIt came in yesterdayâs mail, and with all the excitement over the dance, I forgot to tell you about it.â
âItâs opened,â I say as I slip out the crisp letter and examine the impressive Stanford heading on the stationery.
âSorry,â she says. âBut I was dying of curiosity, and Dad said it was okay so I took a peek. Congratulations, GraceAnn!â
Iâm skimming the words, but itâs clearly an acceptance letter. âIâm accepted,â I say quietly. âIâm really accepted.â
âCongratulations!â Dad grins and reaches for my hand. âNow, come on, sleepyhead, weâre burning daylight.â
I grab my bag and allow my dad to pull me from the car. âStanford?â I look around, taking in yellow adobe buildings, red tile roofs, palm trees. Itâs very pretty, but I