talked and talked about her new guy Oliver, and how he'd asked her to the Red Ball. I was happy for her and found myself secretly envying her. I'd never realized how much I would have liked to go until recently. At least Jillian would send me pictures so it would be 'almost' like being there — just like I 'almost' went to the movie awards I watched on TV every year, and how I 'almost' attended every home football game in Nashville.
I needed a snack.
In addition to my toast for breakfast, I only ate part of my chicken sandwich with only a few fries and no salad for lunch. This three hundred calories for each meal was hard.
A snack machine taunted me from the end of the hallway, but I ignored it. I had bigger fish to fry, namely spending an hour with Matt who claimed to not like how Kendra acted, but let her rub all over him this morning.
Get over it, woman! He only has eyes for her, Brittany. Maybe if they got back together, she'd leave you alone.
Interesting idea. Maybe Brittany could figure out a way to get the peas in a pod together again, and maybe Brittany should stop thinking in third person. It's creepy.
Telling my loud, angry stomach to get over it, I strolled into Geometry like I owned the place. There. That'd show him.
Matt had his back to me. He looked interested in whatever it was he was looking at on his desk, and my cocky bubble burst. Even sassy Brittany couldn't get his attention.
Clearing my throat, I walked past him and to my desk. He had the nerve to smile at me when he finally looked up. "Hi, Brittany."
"Sorry, I'm late." I wasn't sorry. I'd walked slowly on purpose.
"You're late?" He turned around and checked the clock. Sure enough, five after three. "Hm."
The last bit of bubble I had shriveled up and died a sad death. Even people paid to keep up with me didn't seem to care. Good thing I had such a high and awesome self-esteem.
Sarcasm would do me no good. No matter what, I still needed Matt to get me through geometry. "So, I made a hundred on my homework."
He put whatever was more important than me in his coat pocket and, finally acknowledging I existed. "I know. Ms. Bennett told me before she left. Good for you."
"Yay." I waved a pretend flag in my hand. "Thanks for helping me with it."
He shrugged, clearly a million miles away. "It's my job."
A job. A mark on his college transcript. Man, I'd get a big head with all of these affectionate words he spouted.
He must have seen my jaw become more rigid and my eyes avert his. "I'm sorry. It's just… it's been a rough day."
Oh yeah, so rough. Did Kendra bite your lip too hard when she kissed you? Wow, I sounded like a bitter ex-girlfriend, which I had no reason being because all Matt had been was nice to me one day. One day . I didn't own the guy.
It took everything I had to push the jealous part of my brain in its cage and refocus myself. Matt didn't look like he had the day before. His shoulders were slumped as he lay back in his seat and raked his fingers though his messy hair. I would have liked to have been his fingers…
Easy, girl.
"Something wrong?"
He let out a long breath and shook his head. "It's nothing. Family stuff."
"Ah, overbearing parents?"
He let out a small chuckle. "If only. My parents are fine. Just stressed."
"Because you're a senior? College stuff?" I couldn't help thinking of myself as a doorway to college for him. We were wasting important minutes I desperately needed for studying, but I couldn't help it. With everything I had, I wanted to help him if I could. I chalked it up to me being a good person… not because I had any sort of feelings for him. That would be craziness.
"Not exactly. I mean, they're nervous about college and all, but it's mainly my sister."
"Your sister?" Perfect Lori giving her parents problems? I couldn't see it.
"Yeah. I was texting her when you walked in. She's… sick." He hesitated and looked at me from under his eyelashes. His eyes only held mine for a few seconds before he
I needed a snack.
In addition to my toast for breakfast, I only ate part of my chicken sandwich with only a few fries and no salad for lunch. This three hundred calories for each meal was hard.
A snack machine taunted me from the end of the hallway, but I ignored it. I had bigger fish to fry, namely spending an hour with Matt who claimed to not like how Kendra acted, but let her rub all over him this morning.
Get over it, woman! He only has eyes for her, Brittany. Maybe if they got back together, she'd leave you alone.
Interesting idea. Maybe Brittany could figure out a way to get the peas in a pod together again, and maybe Brittany should stop thinking in third person. It's creepy.
Telling my loud, angry stomach to get over it, I strolled into Geometry like I owned the place. There. That'd show him.
Matt had his back to me. He looked interested in whatever it was he was looking at on his desk, and my cocky bubble burst. Even sassy Brittany couldn't get his attention.
Clearing my throat, I walked past him and to my desk. He had the nerve to smile at me when he finally looked up. "Hi, Brittany."
"Sorry, I'm late." I wasn't sorry. I'd walked slowly on purpose.
"You're late?" He turned around and checked the clock. Sure enough, five after three. "Hm."
The last bit of bubble I had shriveled up and died a sad death. Even people paid to keep up with me didn't seem to care. Good thing I had such a high and awesome self-esteem.
Sarcasm would do me no good. No matter what, I still needed Matt to get me through geometry. "So, I made a hundred on my homework."
He put whatever was more important than me in his coat pocket and, finally acknowledging I existed. "I know. Ms. Bennett told me before she left. Good for you."
"Yay." I waved a pretend flag in my hand. "Thanks for helping me with it."
He shrugged, clearly a million miles away. "It's my job."
A job. A mark on his college transcript. Man, I'd get a big head with all of these affectionate words he spouted.
He must have seen my jaw become more rigid and my eyes avert his. "I'm sorry. It's just… it's been a rough day."
Oh yeah, so rough. Did Kendra bite your lip too hard when she kissed you? Wow, I sounded like a bitter ex-girlfriend, which I had no reason being because all Matt had been was nice to me one day. One day . I didn't own the guy.
It took everything I had to push the jealous part of my brain in its cage and refocus myself. Matt didn't look like he had the day before. His shoulders were slumped as he lay back in his seat and raked his fingers though his messy hair. I would have liked to have been his fingers…
Easy, girl.
"Something wrong?"
He let out a long breath and shook his head. "It's nothing. Family stuff."
"Ah, overbearing parents?"
He let out a small chuckle. "If only. My parents are fine. Just stressed."
"Because you're a senior? College stuff?" I couldn't help thinking of myself as a doorway to college for him. We were wasting important minutes I desperately needed for studying, but I couldn't help it. With everything I had, I wanted to help him if I could. I chalked it up to me being a good person… not because I had any sort of feelings for him. That would be craziness.
"Not exactly. I mean, they're nervous about college and all, but it's mainly my sister."
"Your sister?" Perfect Lori giving her parents problems? I couldn't see it.
"Yeah. I was texting her when you walked in. She's… sick." He hesitated and looked at me from under his eyelashes. His eyes only held mine for a few seconds before he
Similar Books
