“Why do you even hang out with him?”
I blinked in surprise. “What do you mean, Josh?”
“He’s such a dweeb,” Josh laughed. “What girl would even be caught dead with him? Oh right. Only a fat ass like you would want to go out with that.”
I began to swat my pillow at him, but my childish attempt to have my brother out of my room was pathetic. Funny, it worked when we were younger. “Oh, really? When’s the last time you ever had a girlfriend? Yeah, right. Never.”
“Actually, I have one. Sarah. Man, she’s smokin’ hot, too.” Hm. Her name seemed familiar. Wasn’t Sarah the head cheerleader? Wasn’t she the one who always had her arms linked up with Davie, who ironically enough, was the captian of the varsity football team? (Ah, the exilir for the perfect cliché romance.) Now, Josh had to be lying. Someone as sleazy, and as disgusting as my brother would never really be able to live up to the ridiculous expectations of that floozy.
“You’re lying,” I said smugly. Though my smug appraisial wasn’t nearly as devious as that little smirk spreading across Josh’s face.
“How so? How am I suddenly a liar? Are you lying about Emeril?” He raised a brow with sudden interest.
I frowned. Why would he think I’d be lying about my first boyfriend? Of course, he’d lie about having a girlfriend (which is typical of him)—but I wouldn’t. Plus, out of all the times he saw me awkwardly holding Em’s hand, shamelessly blowing him kisses, and hugging him—he had the nerve to ask me I was lying? “Why would I be lying about him? Don’t you always complain how you always see us together?”
“Um…who wouldn’t notice?”
“Notice what, booger?”
Josh grunted in reply. “Apparently, you’re not understand what I mean. I don’t think you noticed, Ella, but people stare.”
I shrugged, beginning to rock on the heels of my shoe, carelessly. “And? Think I care?”
I couldn’t help but bitterly glower at Josh, as his arm rested on my shoulder. “Look…sis, I care about you in all, but covincing yourself you like this dude is ridiculous. I don’t think you noticed how…weird you two look together.”
That made me wonder what Emeril and I looked to not only us—but other people. Maybe we were a little…different, but I wouldn’t think people would even bother gawking at the Invisible Girl and the Loner. Or did they? I’ve been so consumed in Emeril that I never even took the time to pay attention to what other people thought of me and him together. Perhaps a stout, bovine girl like myself compared to someone as gaunt and tall like Emeril made us look very different in contrast.
“B-but…” I was barely able to choke out the words.
“I’m just sayin’ sis. You’ve been dating for…five months now? It’s practically the end of the school year, basically. And you can’t convince yourself you guys are ‘geeks in love’ forever. Eventually it’s all going to have to end right?”
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