Page 20 of To Love or to Lose
They agreed, mockingly using their fingers to zip their lips, and I trusted them full-heartedly.
I told them everything, from the meeting in the headmaster’s office to the conversation in the hallway afterward.Everything that had led up to the encounter at Logan’s.
From what I’ve gathered after going to one class on Monday morning, everyone in the entire school will soon be aware of the dilemma between Jameson and me.
I don’t have a problem with it, either. I think it is fair to make everyone aware that, after three years of being the prospective Valedictorian, I will be forced to share.
Everyone at Fairwood can see the problem, even the ones who are enforcing it, and I’m interested to see how many of them will try to resolve it.
During sculpture class is when I become informed of today’s Class Officers meeting during lunch.
Class Officers at our school are similar to a Student Council. We organize all the school events and important student body activities, but unlike Student Council, Class Officers are hand selected by the school board.
That’s how conceited private schools are; they cannot put the facade of our school in the hands of the “ordinary” students that attend it.
That’s why Logan and I are also student body president and vice president. Even though that was technically voted on by the entire student body, we still had to be approved by the school board before we could run.
And of course, it didn’t take much to win the election, not when I was running alongside Logan Callaghan.
Walking into the meeting, I take my seat at the head of the table. I don’t know many people here except for Logan, who is sitting in his usual spot to the left of me.
“Have they talked about the agenda yet?” I ask as I set my bag down.
He shakes his head. “No, Headmaster Whiting said you’re in charge today. I think we are going to be talking about dances, pep rallies, and the ski trip.”
Fairwood Prep’s famous ski trip is an annual event the senior class takes the week after winter break.It only makes sense that our senior trip involves renting out an entire ski slope for a week while we stay in a fancy hotel in New York City. We live in Connecticut after all, everyone here knows how to ski.
The ski trip is ultimately a ploy for the school counselors to get the entire senior class in a hotel together so they can con us into going to college visits, conventions, and business tours. Since it’s all disguised as a field trip, the school can get away with it.
“Are we waiting on anything, or can we get started?” I ask.
Usually, there’s a teacher here to help us produce ideas and keep us on task, but I don’t see one now.
“Headmaster Whiting said there was one more person coming, so wait until everyone is here.”
I scan the room. Two people for each grade, eight students total. “Everyone is here.”
Right on cue, the door opens again, revealing the last person I want to see.
“Sorry, I’m late,” Jameson Beaumont says, taking the seat on the other side of Logan.
“Dude, I didn’t know you were becoming an Officer! You could have walked here with me from sculpture,” Logan tells him.
“I didn’t get approved until just now,” Jameson laughs.
I decide not to entertain the idea ofwhy the hellJameson is here. Instead, I stand from my seat to start the meeting. AsPresident of Class Officers, I am the one who leads meetings; sometimes, I’m completely in charge of them.
I open a new Word document on my laptop as I walk to the front of the room, grabbing the folder that has the agenda with everything we need to talk about.
“Okay, so since this is the first meeting of the year, we are going to be going over the basic procedures of choosing themes for school dances and pep rallies, getting things ready for the ski trip, and picking colors for each class t-shirt,” I tell everyone.
“How do we go about picking themes? Do we come up with a couple ideas and vote on them?” A freshman girl asks.
“Sort of,” I reply, not trying to sound too harsh. “Normally, we compile a list of themes everyone thinks would be cool, and then the seniors get the final say.”
“What do themes for dances entail?”Jameson asks.
“What do you mean?”
