Sadie Hawkins
Sara, 15-year old girl
“Kevin’s okay—not a geek or anything. He isn’t the coolest guy at school either, which is okay, because I’m not either a geek or the coolest myself. The Sadie Hawkins Dance was coming up, and my best friend (my supposed best friend) talked me into asking Kevin to go. He hinted around, asking me if I was going. That’s when she shoved her elbow into my side and said, ‘Ask him.’ So I did.
I guess Kevin wanted to impress me, because as soon as he picked me up, he lights a cigarette. Which in a way was kind of funny, because he doesn’t smoke. He was coughing like an old man and trying to act cool. It wasn’t working. I hate cigarettes, so I told him to put it out. It gets worse.
We went to dinner at the restaurant where just about everyone else from our school was. It was so obvious that there was a high school dance, with all the teenagers dressed up. The waiter asked if he could bring us anything to drink, and Kevin ordered a beer! God, I was so embarrassed. The waiter actually laughed, so Kevin got a Dr. Pepper. All during dinner he bragged about stupid stuff. I wish he would’ve just been himself.
By this time I was mad for letting myself be talked into something. Once we got to the dance, I hung out with my friends as much as I could until it was time to go home. Part of me felt sorry for Kevin, but he ended up being a jerk by trying to show off.”
