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Throughout the week, Drew and I walk around the school together like two fluttering lovebirds.
Sam has noticed this and has unwillingly kept his trap shut. Ethan, too, has noted my unusual behavior and hasn’t said a single word, although both seem to be bursting with reproaches.
By Friday, I start to notice something that’s not necessarily pleasant. I’ve been faithfully upholding my part of the deal, acting as if I’m interested in Drew and expecting him to return the flirty phrases I throw at him, but…
He doesn’t act as if he likes me.
Which is why I stop him right before he enters homeroom, clutching my books to my chest as if my life depends on it. I glare at him as he stops right before me, obviously noticing the fury etched into every make-upped line of my face.
“What?” Drew looks defensive.
“Okay, so what the fuck is going on?” I demand in a low whisper, closing in on him. I’m pleased when I see the surprise dawn on his face, as if he can’t believe that I’m cursing. “I act like I like you, I follow you around like I’m your damn dog—and what do you do? You turn your face away from me, you mumble to me—basically you don’t even try to act like you like me back. I’m tired of all your bullshit, Drew. Tell me what’s really going on.”
His surprise melts into a sly grin. “Nothing, my beautiful Desi. Nothing at all.” He leans in, smiling widely. “I think it’s working,” he whispers, winking at me.
I’m startled by his sudden closeness but don’t move away. “Really?”
He nods. “Yeah,” he says, his gaze trailing to a point beyond me and then flitting back to my eyes. “Can you please kiss me now?”
I know who he has just seen. Sydney.
So I, as the little stupid sheep that I am, I don’t question him. At all.
Later I would find out what he’s really up to.
It’s lunch time. I’m eating my somewhat-gross sloppy joe sandwich like the calm person that I am when, suddenly, I feel two probing pairs of eyes drilling holes on my back. I start to turn my head, but when I see the blonde, stylishly wild maze that is Sydney’s hair, I quickly turn back as if I’ve been electrified.
Ah. If looks could kill, I’d probably be more than dead.
I take out my cell and begin to text Sam, who is sitting across the room and acting as if my existence is part of the atoms of the air. But, of course, that was kind of part of the deal. It’s not like I…want him to notice me or something. No. Erm…anyways.
yikes shes staring @ me
Within seconds he responds.
As soon as I receive that message, I see through my peripheral vision that Sydney stands up with her little minions, Caren and Dina. Suddenly I’m alarmed—and so is Sam, because I see a troubled look cross his face as he gets up from his seat as well. But no one notices; they’re all sensing Sydney’s anger emanating from her in palpable dreadful waves.
I want to shoot her a what-the-fuck-did-I-do? look, but quickly realize that that might only anger her more, which would not help my case.
Sam takes a step towards me. I take out my cell phone and promptly text him, for I sense an idea forming inside his brilliant, but still idiotic, head.
sam no. dont do it.
I can practically see the phone vibrate in his pocket as he receives the message, but he ignores. Frowning, I turn back to my unappealing lunch, but someone taps my shoulder before I can reluctantly dig in. I whirl around, about to thank whoever it was for keeping me from eating the shit they give us, but—
Sydney’s standing right there.
And she—she’s holding two milk cartons in her hands.
Before I can open my mouth to say something, anything, Sydney splashes one milk on my face and spills the other one on my hair.
“Now,” she begins, smirking. “That is what you get for messing with my boyfriend.”