Double Threat My Bleep by Julie Prestsater

Marino. How are you tonight?”
    “Well, hello there, ladies. Nice to see you. You all look lovely,” he says. Lovely? What are we, like eighty five?
    “Thank you,” Keesh says, with a wink. No, she didn’t. She’s totally going to get herself into trouble.
    Mr. Marino looks at her awkwardly. “Have you met Ms. McGallian? She teaches biology.” Yeah, I bet she does. I can just imagine when she teaches sex ed. The boys will probably be pitchin’ tents under the table, and spoodging in their pants.
    Keesh doesn’t say anything.
    “Nice to meet you, Ms. McGallian. We have Mrs. Centeno for biology.” I don’t know what else to say. Keesh looks like she’s about to wrap her hands around the lady’s neck, but she quickly smiles.
    “Yeah, nice to meet you. Mr. Marino, we were hoping to get a picture with our favorite history teacher. Would you mind?” Keesh holds out her camera to this Playboy centerfold teacher.
    “Sure, no prob.” A grin spreads across Ms. McGallian’s face and I know she knows what Keesh is up to.
     
    “Oh my gosh, can anyone bring an ugly date for crying out loud. First, we get Leeeeecha , and then Mrs. Mc-what’s-her-name. C’mon now. Where do they find these chicks?” I whine, stomping back to our table.
    “I know, right,” Keesh says.
    Steph is less impressed or bothered by these uber-good-looking girls. “Agh…who cares?”
    That’s all she can say. Who cares? I feel like I’m on an episode of The Hills and I’m the ugly friend they just bring along to make themselves feel better.
    “Excuse me? Who cares? That’s my future husband right there.” Keesh can’t even keep a straight face. She starts busting up laughing, and we can’t help but laugh too.
    “What’s so funny, babe?” Jonathan asks.
    Keesh smashes lips with his. “Oh, I was just planning my wedding to Mr. Marino.”
    “You know that’s only gonna be funny for like one more time maybe…and then after that…I’m gonna start getting pissed,” Jonathan remarks, looking down at her with pouty eyes. Poor thing.
    Keesh playfully slaps him on the cheek. “You’re too cute Jon Jon…too cute.”
    I chuckle, thinking about the way she handles him. I don’t think I handle Alex. Not right now at least.
    “You wanna dance, Megster?” Josh asks. Now Joshie is what you’d call “too cute”. His big green eyes smile at me. He’s not like the other guys. He still seems like such a little boy at heart. I doubt Erica thinks that way about him. She’s probably introduced him into manhood. Josh sticks out an elbow for me to latch on to.
    I take his arm. “Sure, let’s shake our bon bons.”
    “What a nerd.”
    “Thanks.”
    Keesh and Jon follow us out to the dance floor to meet Dom, Steph, Travis, and Alisha. This should be interesting.
    Josh cracks me up with his version of the stanky leg. This gets the other guys going. Dom looks so goofy with his big legs wagging back and forth. And Travis…he looks pretty dang good. He can dance, and a guy who can dance is pretty hot in my book.
    A vision of Alex with his arms folded and eyebrow raised pops in my mind like a flash of lightening. I feel like he can hear my thoughts and see my actions from hundreds of miles away. Seriously, I haven’t done anything for him to be angry about. He doesn’t need to spy on me. Okay, so I was thinking Travis looks hot, but I’m sure Alex is checking out chicks in Berkeley. Just because I think someone is cute it doesn’t mean I want to hook up with him.
    Unfortunately, I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. My freaky dancing turns into hands at my sides and bobbing from side to side. No frills, no booty shaking, not even any one-leg ups. Just some casual grooving to make my boyfriend proud.
     
    Homecoming was hardly any fun. I’m not so sure I should’ve even gone. At first, it seemed to be a good idea. Joshie and I would go together and have a good time without Alex and Erica. But then, it turned out to be an