Page 32 of Pride High 3: Yellow

“Not bad,” Mindy said. “The nice thing aboutWest Side Storyis that, unlikeBeauty and the Beast, you just buy the costumes you need. Speaking of which, do you want to hit some thrift shops with me this weekend? I need about a million leather jackets.”

Silvia laughed. “Sure. You’ll see Keisha today in theater. Won’t you?”

“Yup! How come?”

“No reason,” Silvia said, right before giving her one that was made-up. “She left something at the record shop last time she was there. Could you let her know?”

“What did she forget? And why don’t you tell her yourself?”

Silvia had a better question: Why did Mindy have to be so smart?

“I keep forgetting,” she said, feeling terrible for lying to her best friend. “It’s a shopping bag, but I haven’t checked inside.”

Mindy scrunched up her face in disbelief. “Really?”

Silvia’s mouth went dry, which turned out to be for the best, because she didn’t try explaining herself unnecessarily.

“I would have taken a look,” Mindy continued. “Actually, I would have carefully gone through everything in the bag and checked the receipt. How could you not peek at the very least?”

Silvia shrugged. “How interesting could it be?”

“Who knows? You’re so honest!”

Ugh. This wasn’t right. Silvia would have to come clean. But not yet, because to truly do so, she would have to explaineverything. Including the attraction she still felt toward Keisha.

They moved on to other subjects for the rest of lunch, although Silvia found it hard to think about anything else for the remainder of the school day. She wasn’t sure if Keisha would show up at her work, but she was eager to get there and find out.

“I’m going to ask for an earlier shift,” Omar said as they walked to his locker. “Wouldn’t it be cool if we went to work together each day? Not at the same place, obviously, but it would be like carpooling. Or skateboard-bike-pooling, I guess.”

Silvia laughed at the visual image. “Wouldn’t that get in the way of your yearbook assignments?”

“I guess so,’ Omar said, spinning a combination dial and opening his locker. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor between their feet. Silvia picked up what appeared to be a folded note. The name Omar was written across the front, except in place of the O was a heart. “This better be from Anthony,” she said when handing it to him.

Omar chuckled. “It probably is.” He looked less certain when taking the note from her and noticing the front, and downright uncomfortable when reading the message inside.

“Uhh,” he said before shoving it in his pocket. Then his eyes went wide and he scrambled to pull the note back out again. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he said when handing it to her.

Silvia eyed him a moment before smoothing out the paper to read it.

Hey cutie!

Come film me after class and I’ll show you some of my best moves.

XOXO

-Faith

“I’m not into her,” Omar said the second she raised her head.

“Is this one of the cheerleaders you filmed the other day?”

“Yeah,” Omar said. “I’m pretty sure she’s flirting with me, but it doesn’t matter anyway, because I love you.”

Silvia folded up the note and handed it to him. “Okay.”

Omar blinked. “That’s it? You aren’t upset that some other girl is trying to get her hands all over me?”

Silvia shrugged. “If I didn’t trust you, we never would have made it this far.”