I was so excited about Saturday night. I was dreaming about it for days and days and I was really excited about going. When my friends heard about it, they asked me what I was going to wear and what I was going to say to him. And even Tyler my friend asked if I was going to kiss him, I didn't think I was going to. Tyler was a very hopeless guy. He always thought about music, but he had a girlfriend named Becky and they were so cute together.
I was walking down the hall with Marcel when I met up with Pedro on Friday.
"Are you still coming tomorrow?" I asked Marcel.
"I will try," he said. "Peter is coming too right?"
"Yep, and we are seeing 'the ring'!" I was excited as I said it.
Marcel was walking in between me and Pedro, and Pedro and him started talking and laughing, I felt they were talking about me.
"Are you guys talking about me?" I said with a smile on my face.
Marcel looked at me and laughed. "Yes we are." And Pedro laughed as well.
I just kept walking down the hall. I just played it cool with them. As we got to the doors, I said 'see you later.'

I called Pedro that night. I really wanted him to show up for the movies. I felt if he didn't show up, Marcel wouldn't either.
"You have to come Pedro, I want you to come."
"I will be there 100%," he said
"good, did Marcel and you talk at all on the bus home?"
Pedro laughed in the phone. "Yes, he asked me if you were still going to the movies, I said yes."
I gasped with excitement, "really?"
Pedro giggled in the phone, "yep, and he also said he wants to beat you at dance dance revolution."
"I'm sure he will." I said. I was so excited, I could contain my excitement. "Remember Pedro, the movie starts at 9:35pm."
"I will be there."
"I don't think Marcel will come, Karen told me that he told her he was working."
Pedro scoffed into the phone, "okay, think that and he will show up! Trust me Sam, he will be there."

I drove up to the movie theatre and I was really happy to be there, this was my night to shine. I sat in the car for a minute. My mother glanced over at me.
"Look, if something goes wrong, you call me right away, okay?" she said
I smiled at her "Yes I will call you, I promise."
"I will wait here. If you see them inside, you just wave to me and I will leave."
"Bye mom, and thanks."
I stepped out of the car. Tons of people were in front of the theatre and in line for buying tickets. I opened the doors to the theatre and I looked around. I didn't see Pedro anywhere. He must be late, I thought. So I decided to wait for him. I looked in the arcade at the dance machine. I could see some kids were playing on it, jumping on the platforms that were glowing up. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded, and my eyes racing across the people standing in line and in the lobby. I couldn't see Pedro or Marcel anywhere. I felt like a loner, because I could see people coming in the doors, couples, groups of friends and families. I felt a little alone. I glanced out the window and I could see my mother's car sitting in the parking lot, and her headlights were still beaming at the windows. I checked around the lobby again. "Where the hell are you Pedro?" I said to myself. I could not believe this. I checked my watch and it was 9:40 already. My mom finally walked inside and waited for me. She looked at me, "are you okay?" she asked
"Where are they?"
"I don't know, do you want to go home?" she asked.
We waited there for a couple more minutes and until it was almost 10 pm.
'Forget it!' I thought. "Lets go home."

On the drive home, I felt so stupid. Pedro and Marcel both stood me up! I felt so humiliated! I thought I was going to cry.
"What can I say?" My mother said to me.
I didn't look at her, "Nothing mom, you can't say anything, it's not your fault."
My mom paused for a few minutes and started talking. "I never thought I would tell you this story but I guess I will." She cleared her throat and began.
"When I was about your age, my and my friends worked at the library. I remember one night, this guy and a couple of his friends came in to hang around. And this guy was really good looking. He was gorgeous. He and his friends were not really reading or anything, they were more like fooling around. Anyways, he and I were talking and he asked me if I would be there tomorrow night, because he wanted to get to know me better, so I said I would be there. So I got all dressed up the next night, did my make up and my friends all came along." She said. I looked up at her.
"But, that night, he never showed up at all. I felt awful because he knew I would be waiting for him and he was probably laughing at me behind my back, but I got over it."
I felt sorry for my mom. My mom was like a saint. I can't imagine my mother ever being a bad person as a child. I could imagine my mother being like the other teenagers at her school, smoking, doing drugs or tearing up their lives.
"You don't deserve that Sam, you don't deserve that at all. And I could kill Marcel and Pedro right know for what they did to you."
I started to weep a bit, tears rolling down my cheeks.

As soon as I got home, I cried in my pillow. I didn't know what would happen on Monday, but I knew I didn't want to speak to Pedro or Marcel again. I felt like going up to Marcel and saying "Marcel I like you, but I don't think you would really care." And walk away. I just went to bed, I couldn't stop crying.  

Continuation on Part 9