Meet Rosalind Savage: Basketball Champs! 3. Sedan Again

“Ouch!” I cried as Natalie put the pin on my hair and tied it in a ponytail.

“It’s over, Rosalind,” she grinned. “You look so beautiful.”

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing my beige colored gown which had sparkling stones all over it. It matched with my brunette hair. My mascara and lipstick which was put by Alicia was perfect. Natalie just now did my hair. I was, no doubt, looking pretty.

“Hey, girls,” Alicia, who just stepped out of my bathroom called. “How am I looking?”

We started at her for a minute. She was wearing a light blue back-less gown with beads which matched her blonde hair and blue eyes. She did all her make-ups herself.

“You are amazing,” I cried.

“Really, amazing,” Natalie remarked while adjusting her dress.

She had on her wine-red gown with laces and satin. It went perfect with her honey colored hair.

“You are fantastic.” I smiled.

“Yep, definitely, you are,” Alicia grinned.

We had bought all these dresses last evening from Mardi gras, a renowned brand of girl’s dresses. All three of us had difficulty in choosing the appropriate dress for us. Finally, the retailer owner, Mrs. Ashley Armand, a woman in her thirties, chose our dresses herself. Now we are praising her for her right choices.

“Girls?” Jason’s voice floated up the stairs.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Can you come down here, Rosalind?”

“Sure,” I said and went downstairs slowly, reminding myself not to ruin my dress.

“Oh my gosh!” Jason exclaimed. “You are beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I blushed.

He was standing down the stairs wearing a black suit and a tuxedo that matched my dress. His newly bought black boots were shining.

“You too, look handsome, bro.”

“Don’t embarrass me, Madame,” he chuckled. “Anyways, some one’s there to see you.”

“Who?”

“Go on in the living room.”

I entered the living room and found Bill who was sitting on the couch. He stood up as he saw me.

“You are dashing.” He smiled.

“Oh,” I felt my cheeks turning pink. “Thanks.”

He was wearing a white shirt and a black waist coat. His black jeans were torn in a stylish way at his both knees. That was the style now-a-days, wearing torn jeans.

“You too don’t look so shabby yourself,” I grinned.

“Thank you,” he said nervously. “I just wanted to ask…”

“Go on,” I assured him.

“I just wanted to ask whether you wanna come with me to the prom.” He said it so fast as if telling a learned poem in a competition. It took me a minute to realize what he meant to say.

“Oh, umm,” I hesitated. “You know what, I’m heading to the prom with Nat and Alicia and Jason.”

“Oh,” his face fell. “I…I thought to take you with me for a dance.”

“Dance?” I laughed. “I don’t know to dance, man. I won’t dance tonight. I’m just going to taste the good food and drinks. That’s all.”

“Well,” Jason interrupted. “We are getting late.”

“Here I come,” I called as Nat and Alicia came downstairs.

“Okay, then,” Bill shrugged. “Meet you at the prom.”

“Sorry,” I said apologetically.

“It’s okay,” he tried to smile and headed out.

“I can’t believe that you rejected him,” Natalie frowned from the doorway.

“Hey, I won’t dance, remember?” I reminded her. “So, I don’t wanna ruin a guy’s prom night. He will be sucked up without dancing.”

“She is right,” Alicia grinned.

“Let us get going then,” Jason declared and we all hurried towards the driveway to get into our white hybrid which I and Jason drive turn by turn.

Nat and Alicia sat in the backseat while Jason sat on wheels and I sat beside him.

We reached college in five minutes. Cars were parked in every available spot along the street. Students dressed up in their most beautiful dresses were chatting and giggling and hurrying towards the entrance. We could hear the lively rock music drifting onto the night.

Jason parked the car into an empty parking space near the play ground, adjacent to our college. We all climbed out of the car and started moving towards the gate. A counter was made on the right side of the gate for buying tickets and on the left, Mrs. Robertson stood, holding the velvet file and ticking off the names who had already entered. The line at the counter was huge. But it was speeding up as everyone wanted to get in as soon as possible.

“Gosh!” Natalie shrieked as we walked through the parking lot.

“What’s wrong?” I stopped as well as Alicia and Jason stopped.

“Look at that,” her face turned white as she pointed to a car which was parked near the gate.

“It’s the black sedan,” Alicia said with shock in her voice.

“What’s so spooky about a black car?” snorted Jason.

“Jason, please,” I scowled at him.

“It is the same car.” Alicia added.

“Yeah,” Natalie gulped. “The same one that almost knocked me down the road near Pretzel’s.”

“I guess the driver is a student of our college,” I muttered eying the sedan.

“What are you girls talking about?” Jason asked, looking confused.

I told him the incident of afternoon in short.

“Hmm,” he eyed the sedan for a minute. “That sedan is a brand new. An ad had come in the SUPER CARS magazine last month.”

Jason knows cars more than anyone else. He had subscribed for SUPER CARS magazine, the most popular car magazine among teens since past five years.

“It’s expensive, too,” he was filled with excitement. “I wonder which rich guy’s vehicle is that.”

“Listen, everyone,” I said, “We should go inside and enjoy the party. Nat, you please don’t think about this for a moment. It will make you more horrible and fearful.”

Natalie nodded and Alicia sighed.

I, Natalie and Alicia went to Mrs. Robertson while Jason lined at the counter to buy our tickets.

“Hello, girls,” Mrs. Robertson smiled at us. She was wearing a decent yellow gown. “You three look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Robertson,” we said together.

“Even you look great,” Alicia commented.

“Oh, dear,” she adjusted her gown. “Thank you.”

She ticked off our names and we went in and stood near the poster saying: PROM THAT WAY->

The arrow was pointed towards the gym. We had to wait for Jason another five minutes and then we all headed towards the gym. As we walked further, the music got louder. The pool party was also going well. Students sat on those tables and munched food and some danced along the music. The food court was decorated really well with balloons and glittery stars and hearts made of cardboard.

“Hey, Jess,” someone called my brother.

We all turned and found a tall guy of about Jason’s age holding a glass of smoothie in his hand and smiling at him. He came near Jason and they shook hands. He was the same guy whom I watched on TV the other night. He was Ronald Santiago, the NL basketball team captain.

“You are late, man,” he said.

“Sorry,” Jason apologized.

“So, who are these gorgeous angels with you, huh?” he asked playfully, eying us.

Jason chuckled. “Girls, I would like to introduce you to Ronald Santiago, NL basketball team captain.”

Alicia perked up at the sound of basketball. I knew she was kind of sporty and loves any kind of sport.

“I have watched your game with the NCs. You were amazing,” she grinned.

“Oh, thanks, young lady,” he smiled. “And you are?”

“Alicia Doyle,” she shook her hand.

“Doyle?” he looked puzzled. “Are you the one to beat Gretchen Lewis in skating?” 

“Yep,” she was excited. “That would be me.”

“Excellent,” he gave a low chuckle.

Alicia had gone for a skating tournament at NY last month and she beat their most famous player, Gretchen Lewis in the game and had won. She was pretty famous in North Land for her achievement.

I and Natalie was listening the conversation when Ronald looked at us.

“Who are you girls?” he asked.

“I'm Rosalind Savage.” I said politely.

“Oh, I see,” he smiled. “Jason’s little sister, huh?”

“Yep,” I returned the smile.

Then he turned to Natalie.

“I’m Natalie Matthews,” she grinned.

“The Matthews, huh?” he thought for a moment and stared at her. “I guess it’s your doggie, Butterscotch, who always enter in my aunt’s backyard.”

“Uh huh!” she turned pink. “Sorry about it. Butterscotch is really annoying.”

Natalie had a pet Doberman named Butterscotch who is very annoying and mischievous. We always heard from Natalie that it used to enter at their neighbor, Mrs. Parkinson’s backyard and destroy her flower pots. We never knew that she was Ronald’s aunt or something.

“You girls go on in,” Jason declared. “I would like to enjoy tonight with my buddies.”

“Sure, sure,” I answered. He really wanted to spend time with his friends and we wanted to go in and see what’s going inside the gym.

“Hey,” Ronald called. “It was good to meet you all.”

“It was good to meet you, too,” Alicia smiled.

We all turned towards the gym. As we entered, we could hear loud jazz music bursting from those huge boom boxes placed aside the room. The dance floor was at a side where the couples were dancing and laughing and giggling.

The DJ was just next to the dance floor.

“Hey, girls,” Linda came forward, moving through the crowd.

“Hi, Linda,” Natalie smiled.

She had on her gold-colored gown with glass beads on it. It was back-less like Alicia’s. Her hands were covered by silk golden gloves. She did look like a royal princess. Her dark brown hair was extraordinarily curly and was tied back with a band.

“Hey, did you perm your hair?” Alicia asked looking at her hair.

“Yes, of course,” Linda giggled. “Meg’s parlor does the best hair.”

“Cool!” I said. “Where is Peter?”

“Somewhere in the crowd.” She laughed.

“Okay,” Natalie said, staring at the dance floor. “I just can’t wait to step on that dance floor.”

“Go on,” Linda laughed. “I will have to go and find Bill.”

“Bill?” I was perplexed.

“Yeah,” she glanced at me once. “He told me that you have turned him down because you didn’t want to dance. So, I told him that I may be of some help to him.”

“Okay,” I smiled. “Good to know that. At least, he found someone and didn’t get upset.”

“Now, if you will excuse me,” she turned towards the crowd to find Bill.

“I will find someone soon and go to dance,” Natalie was excited.

“Sure,” I smiled. “You should go.”

“I too wanna go,” Alicia said. “Can you give me my camera so that I can click some pictures tonight?”

I opened my handbag and searched for Alicia’s camera which she had given me before coming here as she didn’t bring any purse or handbag.

But I couldn’t find her camera inside. That’s when I remembered that I had kept it in the car’s dashboard.

“Oops!” I apologized. “I had kept it in car. I will have to go and get it.”

“Okay,” she said. “We will be here.”

I didn’t have the car key. So, I had to go to Jason, who was now sitting with Ronald and three more guys in the food court, already sipping his cold coffee.

“Keep the key with you when you are done,” he said.

I moved through the crowd and went outside finally. As I walked towards our car, I looked at the sedan once. It was there still. I then unlocked our car and took out Alicia’s camera from the dashboard and locked it again.

That’s when I saw someone walking up to the sedan. Something about his appearance said that I knew him. He opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat. I couldn’t see his face from so far.

I headed towards the college gate again and while going, I looked at the driver.

It was Bill, Bill Clinton.