After another dramatic eye roll—sometimes I thought those eyes of hers would roll right out of her head—she added, “He slept with, like, every female in his high school class, and I meaneveryfemale.”
“Allegedly,” I defended.
“Allegedly, my ass!”
I rolled my own eyes at Lily’s dramatic response. It’s not possible that he slept with every female. I know at least one girl who would not be interested in Bradley, or any other boy for that matter. I doubt he talked her into bed. Just saying. “I don’t expect him to be a virgin. That just means that he will know what to do when the time comes.” I nodded as I spoke. It made it look like I was on board with Bradley’s plan.
I cringe at the memories. I mean, whata joke. My life is one big, stupid joke. I roll over on my side and stare at my Charlie Puth poster. “I bet you’d treat a girl better than that, wouldn’t you, Charlie?” Yeah, I’m talking to a poster. I slide the pillow underneath my head and take a deep breath. Just as I start to doze off, I hear a ding from my phone. Wow, great timing. It’s Alex.
Donnie: You there, sweetness?
Me: Sweetness? That’s a new one, Donnie.
Donnie: Because you’re sweet as can be.
Me: Really? Thank you.
Donnie: You’re welcome. How has it been at home? Did you deal with Brad?
I really don’t feel like talking about it but I suppose I must.
Me: It went okay.
Maybe that’s enough and he’ll let it drop.
Me: Great game, by the way. You were amazing!
Donnie: Oh, stop. ;)
It’s working.
Me: I also googled you.
Donnie: And? What did you learn that you didn’t know already?
Me: Everything. Do you know how many times you’re listed on Google? It’s insane. You’re like a celebrity.
Donnie: No, I’m not. I’m just me, Pixie. Now, I noticed you switched topics on me. Tell me… how did everything go tonight?
Me: Ugh, don’t ask.
Donnie: But I am asking. Are you OK?
Me: It was about what I expected.
Donnie: You aren’t back with Brad, are you?
Me: Of course not. It’s just, well, my mom is not a very nice person. I’ll just leave it at that. I didn’t mean to, but I sort of, maybe, told them that you and I were dating.
Donnie: Good. I’m glad. But do they know who I am?
Me: Of course! My dad’s a huge Wildcat football fan. He knows about you. The sad part is that they didn’t believe me. They thought I made you up to deflect some of the conversation about Bradley and me.
Donnie: What? Why wouldn’t they believe you?
Me: They don’t believe someone like you would want to be with someone like me.
Donnie: Someone like you? You mean beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, and amazing?
