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Jackson is taking me to prom!!

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My brother and George were about to graduate, and they were busy preparing for prom and the season finale of the racing championship.

Bella glanced at me. "I bet Jackson is going to win this race again."

"Why do you think that?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because he always does, Ama."

Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the hallway.

"AHHHHHH!"

I turned toward the noise.

Allison stood in the middle of the hallway, practically jumping with excitement. "Jackson just asked me to prom!"

Her friends crowded around her, cheering and holding up their phones to capture the moment.

"Hey, ladies! Guess who asked me to prom?" she announced dramatically. "Jackson Blake! Yes, racer Jackson Blake!"

She screamed again.

Why was she screaming so loudly?

I held my head in frustration and turned to Bella.

"Don't be jealous, Ama," she teased.

I scoffed. "Jealous? Oh, please! I'd rather go on a date with Billie than Jackson. He can kiss my ass for all I care."

As if summoned by his name, Billie slid in beside us.

"Did someone call my name? A date, huh? I'm down for it, baby girl." He nudged me, raising his eyebrows.

"Walk away, Billie," Bella said, her voice calm but clearly frustrated.

He didn't move.

"Shoo!" we said, waving him away.

"Fine, I'll leave, but…"

He began singing as he walked backward, blowing me a kiss.

♪ [ Am only one call away

I will be there to save the day ] ♪

He was singing "One Call Away" by Charlie Puth.

"Classic Billie. He's such a clown," I said, laughing.

"A clown who loves you," Bella added.

We burst into laughter as we headed home, while Allison and her girls kept celebrating behind us.

“You know what's funny?” Bella said as we walked down the hallway.

“What?”

“You keep saying you don't care about Jackson, but the moment Alison announced he asked her to prom, your face changed.”

I turned to her. “My face didn't change.”

“Girl, please. You looked like someone had just announced the end of the world.”

“Because she was screaming like she had won a lottery. It's embarrassing.”

Bella laughed. “Or maybe you're just jealous.”

I stopped walking and stared at her. “Bella, if you say that word one more time, I'll leave you here.”

“Okay, okay. I'm just saying. You two have history, and now he's taking Alison to prom.”

“Good for them. They can dance together, get married, have ten children. I honestly don't care.”

Bella burst into laughter. “Ten children? Wow. You've really planned their future.”

“Shut up.”

We continued walking until Bella suddenly nudged my arm.

“So, about Billie…”

I groaned. “Please don't start.”

“What? He's cute, funny, and he clearly likes you.”

“He likes annoying me. There's a difference.”

“Then why did you smile when he asked you out?”

“I was laughing at him!”

“Whatever you say, Ama.”

I rolled my eyes. “Besides, I can't imagine dating someone like Billie. He's always joking. Does he ever take anything seriously?”

“Maybe you should give him a chance. At least he knows how to make you laugh.”

I glanced at her. “And what about Jackson? Does he know how to make Alison laugh too?”

Bella stopped and gave me a knowing look.

“See? You brought him up again.”

I groaned loudly. “You're impossible.”

She laughed, linking her arm with mine. “And you're in denial.”

“I'm not in denial. I'm hungry. Can we please go home?”

“Fine, Ama. But don't think I'm done with this conversation.”

I shook my head, laughing despite myself. Bella could be so annoying sometimes.

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