Breaking Dawn Read Free

the white projection screen and turns off the lights. He has a movie to show us. The movies are the best part of class. I can daydream or fall asleep and no one will notice. Soon after the lights go out, I do indeed begin to doze off.
    I think about the jacket in my locker and I can almost feel Perry here in this room…

    During a movie in social studies, Perry passes a note back to me while Mr Valentineis busy preparing papers for a quiz on the film.
    ‘Brian wants to talk with you before gym,’ the note says.
    Brian is a nice guy, perfect in every way, I think. My dream boyfriend. Perry’s too, come to that. Brian seems to be talking to Perry more often lately, mostly in the boys’ locker room. According to Perry, Brian has been asking a lot of questions about me.
    ‘About the dance?’ I write back.
    ‘I think so. Would you go with him? Because if you won’t,
I
will.’
    I laugh quietly to myself. That’s one of the things we have in common; we both have a secret crush on Brian Kane. Still, I think I have more of a shot with him than Perry does. But I will never tell Perry that. I’ll never crush his fantasy. No one knows about Perry’s sexual preference. If anyone in school ever finds out, Perry will definitely be forced out of the boys’ locker room at thevery least. Perry knows this, so he keeps his cool with the other boys and acts as masculine as he can.
    ‘I’m sure you would. At least you get to see him in the shower everyday,’ I reply.
    That is always the highlight of Perry’s day; catching glimpses of the boys in the shower without getting caught. If only I could be so lucky.
    After class, we walk down to the gym. Brian is waiting off to the side by the gym doors. Perry nudges me forward saying, ‘Show-time,’ as he continues on into the boys’ locker room to change for gym class.
    I walk over to Brian, clasping my books tightly to my chest. I try to hide my shaking hands. I am a bit relieved when he appears to be just as nervous as me.
    ‘So, Dawn… I was wondering…’ He tries to maintain his cool posture, but I see through it because of his fidgeting, which I find absolutely adorable. He looks down athis shoes. ‘Are you going to the Christmas dance?’ he manages to ask.
    I tilt my head to one side and pretend to think about it. ‘I guess, I haven’t really thought about it,’ I lie. It’s actually been on my mind since the school announced it two months ago. I have secretly been searching for the perfect dress for the perfect night that might never even happen.
    ‘If you don’t have a date already, would you want to go with me?’
    I can sense he is preparing himself for rejection; probably because it’s taking so long for me to answer. Even so, I refuse to sound too desperate by replying too quickly. It’s all I can do not to shout ‘Hell yeah!’
    Instead, I pretend to think once again and forcing myself to sound calm and offhand, I reply, ‘Sure, that would be nice.’
    I see the relief wash over his face. He smiles, ‘Okay, that’s great.’
    Is this really happening? Is my dream coming true?
    I linger on for a moment, waiting for him to say something else. When he doesn’t say anything more, I excuse myself. I wander over to the girls’ locker room, so excited I am actually trembling. I can’t wait to tell Perry.

    The lights flicker back on and I flutter out of my daze. Mr Valentine is yammering on about the movie I was supposed to have been paying attention to as he passes out the assignments. I look over the paper as it is passed back to me without reading a word, and slip it into my book. When the bell rings, I gather my belongings. I am the last one out the door. Brian is standing there.
    ‘I need to talk with you,’ he says, walking along with me as I try to ignore him. ‘Why won’t you return my phone calls?’
    I walk on, still ignoring him. As we are about to pass the caretaker’s cupboard, hegrabs me by the arm, opens the door and pushes me inside. In