then, it was time to tell him.
after school that day, i went over to his house.
he lived in a small, brown house, and his parents were always working, so i could just knock on the door.
the house, well, it was more like a cottage.
knock, knock, knock.
"hey, 'nella." wilbur said as he opened the door.
he looked tired, and his hair was messy.
"can i come in?"
he got out of the way for me to come in.
"i have something to tell you," i said.
we both sat down on his couch, a brown one, with a coffee table and a small tv in front of it.
i remember his floors were carpeted.
"so, me and my friends are going to go to sam's party soon.."
i took a deep breath. i didn't know if i was ready. i looked down. "so, i need to pretend i like sam, because my friends really want to get to know his friends, and they know that i'm popular-"
i looked back up, and saw wilbur, brow furrowed, thinking.
"look, i have no feelings for him, this is just for my friends."
i said. i was expecting an outburst, but he just took a breath and whispered,
"vanellope, i don't know how i feel 'bout this."
i think. should i be doing this? i mean, wilburs so nice.
"wilbur, it's nothing. really."
that bastard. got me to look him in the eye, got me to feel sorry for him.
"you sure?" he whined.
"i'm sure." i reassured.
he put his hand on my thigh, our lips locked -- and just for a moment, i felt safe.
fuckin' prick.