Ok, I'm 12, and my mother is thinking what? I told Ransom it was up to her, because I wanted him to think that I wanted to go, but wasn't allowed to. Instead, mom looks at him and says: ok. So not only do I have to go with Ransom to this Valentines Dance, he'll think that I don't want to go with him, and I'm just going because mom said he could take me. It's not fair. His little lies always work. look at this, he's got me and the whole school thinking he owes this to me... for what I ask? And all just to save face for going with a girl who's 3 years younger than he is. He doesn't have to make excuses, but I guess socially, it gives him breathing room. He doesn't have to take me out again if he doesn't want to, and no one will call us a couple. What a piece of work. I'll just play along I guess.

Time to get ready; dress, hair, makeup, shoes, all the little things. And he didn't even drop a jaw. I don't think I played the game very well. He kissed me goodnight twice, second time, and I nearly forgot to be lady-like. He didn't budge physically, but maybe that was because he pulled away so fast after that second one. I didn't know, maybe he still had a thing for Sheri. Heck, the only one of those King boys who hadn't had a thing for Sheri was Faulkner, and he was way too normal and nice for me. Besides, he was interesting when I was 6, a romantic really. But I was 6, and things have changed a ton since then.