CHAPTER 8: INVITATION

The next day at school, Gunner and Faith were waiting for Palmer once again at

the entrance. Gunner was leaning against his truck while Faith was in front of him with

her arms crossed.

“Come on, Faith. Why don’t you accept and go out with me? There is a barn

party on Saturday, and I would love it if you were my date,” he pleaded while she looked

away, not paying attention to him. Faith wanted him to work a little harder to convince

her.

“I’m actually going with a guy from the rodeo,” she said, turning around so he

couldn’t see the smirk on her face. All she needed was a reaction, and it seemed like

she was going to get it.

“Who is it? I want to know,” he said, his voice sounded upset. Faith had to press

her lips to hold back a laugh, and when she was serious enough, she turned back

around to face him.

“You don’t know him, he likes to be on the down-low, and no one really knows

much about him. He uses a different name on the rodeo, and he is very handsome. Oh,

and he’s in college already!” Faith lied, but when Gunner was about to say something

else, Palmer arrived.

Faith looked at him, and she noticed how upset he was. He slammed the door of

his truck before he stomped away, making her smile.

“What got his knickers in a twist?” Palmer asked, making Faith shrug her

shoulders, “What did you say to him?”

“Nothing. Gunner’s just upset because he invited me to the barn party, and I said

I couldn’t go with him.”

Palmer looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow, knowing there was

something else she was not saying. Faith looked at her and let out a loud exhale.

“I might have told him I was going with this cute cowboy from the rodeo, a college

boy.”

Palmer laughed at her friend’s tactic to make Gunner jealous, but she had to plan

a way for them to stop this game they both had with each other, or more like Faith. He

would not wait a moment longer.

“We better go in, or we’ll get in trouble with the teachers,” Palmer said. They both

headed with their arms linked to each other towards their first class. As they

approached Faith’s classroom, they noticed Christopher sitting on his desk already,

reading a book.

“You didn’t tell me he was in your first class,” Palmer said, getting a sheepish

smile from Faith in return.

“It must have slipped my mind, sorry. Let’s say hi before you go to your

classroom.”

They both approached Christopher and sat next to him, looking at him with puppy

dog eyes as Palmer put her hands on her chin.

“Good morning!” Faith said. He looked up and tried to hide his face behind that

same book he was reading the other day. Palmer raised her hand and brought the book

down to look at his face.

“Why are you hiding? We just want to talk to you. It would be nice if you let us,”

Palmer pitched in with a smile that had Christopher looking at her in awe. That smile

was genuine and different from the one she had shown him.

“Oh, I have an idea! Why don’t we invite him to the party? He can go as your

date, Palmer,” Faith said, making Christopher choke.

“Come on, Faith. Don’t scare him. Although inviting him is a great idea. What do

you think, Christopher?” Palmer asked him, and he just opened his eyes wide.

If he wanted them to like him, he would have to give them a chance, but their

extroversion was a bit too much for him. He was afraid he couldn’t keep up with them.

But it looked like they were the only ones willing to hang out with him.

“I want to go,” he whispered, making the girls look at him with their eyebrows

raised.

“What was that?” Palmer asked. Christopher lifted his head and took a deep

breath while he worried his lip.

“I said I want to go. Maybe getting out of my house would be good for me if I get

to come with you.”

“Of course! That’s why we’re inviting you. We would be happy to have you,” Faith

said, shooting a big smile towards him to make him comfortable.

The bell rang. Palmer quickly got out of the chair, and without saying goodbye,

she ran out of the classroom to make it on time to her class, making Christopher let out

a small laugh.

“You’re laughing,” Faith said excitedly. Christopher quickly got serious and went

back to his book until the teacher walked in. She hoped that between Palmer and her,

they would help him stop being a bit shy.

An hour had gone by, and the class was over. Christopher grabbed his backpack

and walked out with Faith, following behind.

“So, Chris. Can I call you Chris?” She asked. He nodded, giving up on the fact

that he could ignore her; no such thing.

“I was thinking, maybe you can join us for lunch. I’m sure Palmer would love to

have you at our table.”

He didn’t think it was a good idea, but Faith didn’t let him talk when she grabbed

him by the arm, pulling him towards their next class. Faith was Palmer’s friend for sure,

and they will pull out his limbs just for him to spend some time with them.

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It was finally lunchtime, every student’s favorite time of the day. Still, today was

even more exciting since it was the day where the lunch ladies at the cafeteria would

spoil them with some steak and loaded mashed potatoes, so everyone rushed to get

there.

Palmer and Gunner were already at their table waiting for Faith, but they didn’t

expect her to walk in, dragging Christopher.

“Oh, poor guy,” Gunner said with a sympathetic smile, making Palmer laugh.

Faith and Christopher arrived at the table, and Palmer greeted them before they

sat down. Gunner had already picked Faith’s lunch. A steak salad with extra lettuce and

light on the dressing, just how she liked it.

Faith had moved to town a few years back, and just like Christopher, she used to

be from the city. Her mom met her stepdad in Chicago, and they fell in love, so he

offered her to move here, where his home was, to start fresh. She was grateful for it, a

change had done her good, and she went from a spoiled rebel girl to a humble one.

“We didn’t know you were going to join us, but come on, let’s get your lunch,”

Palmer said, getting up from the bench.

“That’s okay, I’m not hungry,” Christopher replied nervously, putting his hand in

his pockets.

“Nonsense. Come on,” Palmer insisted.

Faith leaned towards him, “If I were you, I would go. She doesn’t take no for an

answer.”

No kidding, he thought. Christopher got off the bench and followed Palmer to the

food line. As they were picking the food, he realized he didn’t bring money to pay for his

lunch. At the register, Palmer looked at him with her eyebrows raised, confused.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I forgot my lunch money,” he replied, ashamed.

“That’s okay. I got you covered, only because you’re talking just a little more this

time, but you can do better at it, just have some fun,” Palmer whispered the last part,

and he nodded, giving her a faint and nervous smile. After finally taking their food, they

walked back to the table and sat down to enjoy their lunch.

“So, we have to go shopping for the barn party. I’m sure our friend Chris here

would look good in a flannel shirt and jeans,” Faith said, making Gunner jealous as he

narrowed his eyes at her.

“Yeah, he would look good in that, maybe for Palmer?” He mentioned. Palmer

looked at Gunner with her eyes wide open and apologized to Christopher on their

behalf.

“What is your problem, Gunner?” Faith asked, looking at him with her arms

folded on her chest.

“Nothing, or maybe the rodeo cowboy can tell you what’s my problem,” he

replied. Palmer shook her head. Her friends were acting childish, in her opinion.

“Gunner, she’s not going anywhere with anyone, so feel free to take her there,”

she said, earning a glare from Faith and a kick on her shin from under the table, making

her hiss in pain.

“Okay, we all agree to go shopping this Friday after school for Saturday. Are you

up for it, Chris?” Palmer asked, getting Christopher’s attention, who had his head down

until she mentioned his name.

“Um…” he said, looking at Faith and remembering what she told him earlier,

“Okay, I just need to let my mom know I’ll be late from school.”

“Perfect! So, this Friday, we’ll meet at the entrance, and we’ll take Gunner’s

truck.”

Gunner groaned because he knew going shopping with the girls would mean the

bed of his truck would be full of bags, and he would have to end up carrying it all

himself. But at least he’d have Christopher to help him so he couldn’t complain. It would

definitely be a fun trip.