“Do you still have a crush on him?” she asks.
“Of course I do,” I say too quickly. “I mean, I know you’re his sister, and you think that’s disgusting––”
“No,” she says. “It doesn’t annoy me anymore. In high school, yes, obviously. But not anymore. It would be nice if you two dated. I’d see you more often.”
I laugh, feeling myself blush. “Are you serious? Are you giving me the green light? After all these years.”
“Yes!” she says. “He’s been off lately, and I don’t know what it is. He won’t talk to me. Maybe you could cheer him up. Let’s plan something soon?”I nod. “Yeah. Well, actually, I don’t know. I can’t make any promises. I have classes, work, and other obligations. Let me look at my schedule.”
She laughs. “Okay. You have to look at your schedule?”
She has no idea what it’s like for a person like me. She would never understand, not with her daddy’s money and lavish lifestyle. Sometimes I think she’s only friends with me because of the way I look and my social media status, but she halts my thoughts as she continues. “If you find you have time in your busy schedule, give me a call. I miss you coming over every day.”
“I know,” I admit. “Me too.”
“Call me later to tell me about the party. I want to know every detail.”
“I will!” I screech excitedly. “Love you, love you, bye!”
“Love you, love you, bye!”
When I reach my apartment, I run up the stairs and take an everything shower. I shave every hair off my body, lather myself in lotion that smells like strawberries, and then I put on the lightest amount of makeup. I grab my Seattle tee and snicker when I slip it on. I pair it with cute jeans, flats, and flip-flops.
Dylan knocks on my door at six-thirty. I open it, noticing the backwards hat he’s wearing. His mullet sticks out at the back.
“Hi,” he smiles, and his breath mints along with his cologne fill the air around me.
“I’m almost ready,” I say.
He glances at my shirt, pointing at it. “That’s not––”
I look down, and he brings his finger up, dragging it up my face.
I close my eyes, laughing.
“Go, Seattle.” I throw a fist in the air.
“You didn’t hear?” he asks as he steps in, his height towering over me. I ignore the lumpy feeling in my stomach. “Seattle lost.”
I walk into the hallway and say, “You’re such a liar.”
He follows me and says, “I’m not lying.” He stops at my doorframe and watches me put away my clothes. “You couldn’t decide on what jeans to wear?”
“I’m trying to be modest,” I argue.
“You look great.”I put my jeans in my dresser, closing the drawers. “Thanks. Are we going to the party this early?”
He shakes his head. “I honestly thought you wouldn’t be ready by now, but we can head over if you want to.”
“This early?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah, we can get there before everyone else shows up. Up to you.”
“I’m only ready because I didn’t eat dinner yet.”
“I can take you somewhere to grab food.”
I shake my head with a smile. “No, thank you. I have food.”
