Nothing is worse than going back to school after a holiday. Seriously, why can’t it be summer vacation all the time? Labor Day didn’t last long enough. Of course, the fact that I won’t see Tristan today makes it worse. Tuesdays are evil. When I get to school, Layla is waiting for me by my locker. Her hair is straightened, and she’s wearing make-up. She looks really good. “Oh em geez, Char! You and Tristan!” She’s way too excited about this. “Tell me all about it. How did it happen?” “We were on his dad’s yacht and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was skeptical, but he talked me into it,” I tell her. “It’s really not that big of a deal.” “Not that big of a deal? Most girls would cut off their right arm for one night with Tristan. You will have numerous nights.” She let’s out a squeal. “I knew you were a good choice for best friend. Now tell me, is he as good as everybody says?” Everybody? Why does the thought of Tristan being with other girls make me extremely jealous?
