No. Not possible. He can’t like me.
***
“Do you think we’re in the same homeroom?”
“I don’t care.”
“What lessons do we have together?”
“I don’t care!”
“What’re you eating for lunch?”
“Look,” I said, turning around, and stopping Nate from walking any further. “In this school, you don’t know me. I don’t know you. We’re strangers. Do you understand?”
“But…”
“No buts. Leave me alone. I’m going to homeroom.”
“Is it homeroom A?” he asked, ignoring the little speech I’d just given.
“Yes…”
“That’s my homeroom too!”
I closed my eyes.
Cupid, I hate you. You give my true love in the form of a boy who doesn’t go to my school, doesn’t seem to remember the fact that he is engaged to me, and is way out of my league. Then you stick me with this little brother, who’s stupid playboy, and is annoying as hell.
Then, if that wasn’t enough, you stick me in the same school, year and homeroom with the said little brother. I hate you so much.
I opened my eyes, glaring at Nate. I didn’t care if he liked me or not, or not, he was being damn annoying, and I had to stop him. Plus, I didn’t even like him. I liked his brother. He should know that.
“Nate…” I said, sweetly. I’m going to be subtle about this. If I wasn’t, he probably wouldn’t do what I want. “Can you do something for me?”
“Yes…” he replied, looking kind of hopeful. “What do you want?”
“Well, the thing is…I really like Noah…”
His whole expression changed. “What?” he said, tonelessly. “You…”
“…like him, yeah. I was wondering…if you could set me up with him…”
I stared at Nate.
“Do I have an option?” he asked. Maybe he wasn’t so dumb after all.
“No.”
“Then…fine.”
I gave him a smile.
***
“How’s toy boy?”
I hit Keri on the arm. We were in Gym. “Shut up. He’s not my toy boy.”
“He’s younger than you, therefore he is your toy boy.”
“Is he?” I asked, frowning, narrowly avoiding a volleyball. The ball flew straight past my head, and bounced on the ground. My teammates all yelled at me, but I wasn’t listening. “How do you know?”
“Well, duh,” she said, rolling her eyes as she volleyed the ball over the net. “When we were kids we all played together in Kindergarten. I remember, because he had his birthday party after yours.”
“Oh…right.” I didn’t remember at all. “Were we all close, as kids?”
“I guess, yeah. So are we set for the double-date thing?”
“Uh…sure. Oh, by the way, are there any jobs available?” I’d asked Keri last night to help me do some job-searching.
“Sure. Depends what you want. Manual labor, major salary or boring desk job, minimum wage?”
I thought about Nate’s aversion to any physical work, and I smirked just as I wacked the ball back over the net. I turned to Keri.
“Manual labor, of course.”
***
I’d begged Mrs Sandy to push my detentions back two weeks, so I could do more work. She agreed, but reluctantly. It was at lunchtime, when I bumped into Nate again.
“Hey,” I said, cheerfully. “What did you have?”
“Oh…it’s you.”
Not the most heart-warming of greetings.
“Yes, it’s me. Who else would I be?”
“I thought it might be Ellie…or Krissy…”
He was juggling two girlfriends already? Unbelievable. I tried not to let my expression change, even though I was feeling kind of…angry, for some reason. I ignored it.
“Keri found us a job,” I said, gritting my teeth. “We’ll go there, after school.”
“Who?”
“You know, Keri? The girl who was in Kindergarten with us…Keri?”
He stared at me, his brown eyes trying to say something. “You remember Kindergarten?”
“Uh…sort of. Why?”
“Never mind.”
***
Author's Note: Short part tonight, but I am so stressed! German Writing tomorrow, and I have to do Music....
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