Wrong About the Guy by Claire LaZebnik

pardon!” he said. “I’d be happy to talk to Heather.”
    â€œThank you,” she said to him. “I’d be happy to talk to you, too.”
    â€œYou have to take this test so George can help you raise your scores.” I turned to him. “I’ve got it all planned out: Heather and I are both going to get in early to Elton College. We’ll be done with all the college stuff before the holidays, and then we’ll betogether for the next four years.”
    â€œWe hope we’ll get in,” Heather said. “I mean, I’m sure you will, but I’m not so sure about me. Elton College is hard to get into and I haven’t been the best student.”
    â€œThat’s why we’re going to apply early. They like people who apply early, especially people who are quirky and interesting, and who’s more quirky and interesting than us?”
    The dimple on Heather’s right cheek appeared. “No one.”
    â€œPlus George is going to make sure we do well on the SATs. Now get into the dining room and take that test.” I took her by the shoulders and steered her across the kitchen and through the archway that separated it from the dining room.
    â€œWhy do I have to be in here?” she asked over her shoulder.
    â€œBecause I need to be in the kitchen. My tea’s in there.” I came back in and sat down, folded my hands, and looked up at George like an obedient pupil. “We’re ready to take your test, Mr. Nussbaum, sir.”
    He handed me the packet and told me to get to work.
    On Friday, I was coming down the stairs in the morning and spotted George heading out the front door
    â€œWhat are you doing?” I called out.
    He turned around and greeted me in his usual measured way—he never seemed particularly excited to see me, but he was always pleasant enough. “Your mom asked me to get her laptop fixed.” He showed me the computer sleeve in his hand. “I’m running to the Genius Bar. Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
    â€œWhat about?”
    â€œHeather’s not here, right?”
    I looked to my left and to my right, then patted the pockets of my jean shorts. “Doesn’t seem to be. Why?”
    â€œI just wanted to say that maybe you shouldn’t be pushing her to apply early to Elton.”
    I leaned against the banister. “Why not?”
    â€œAfter scoring that test you guys took, I’m worried she doesn’t have much of a shot there.”
    I shrugged. “Neither of us was taking it very seriously.”
    â€œYou still managed to do incredibly well.” He shifted the computer from one hand to the other. “Elton would be a big reach for her, I think.”
    â€œYou’re not a college counselor,” I said. “You don’t really know.”
    â€œRight,” he said. “And you’re not one either. So tell her to talk to hers. And be aware that she’ll do whatever you say, even if you’re totally wrong.”
    I scowled at him. “First of all, I’ve researched Eltona lot, and they like people who are creative, which Heather totally is.” She wrote a lot of fan fiction, mostly about characters from her favorite TV shows. That was creative, right? “They’re going to want her. And secondly, you’re wrong—she doesn’t do whatever I say. That’s ridiculous.”
    â€œI’ve seen you order her around. She worships you.” He raised his eyebrows. “Which seems to be what you like best about the relationship.”
    â€œThat’s so not true! Not to mention rude.”
    â€œUh-huh.” He was really starting to annoy me, standing there with his stupid pants and long-sleeved shirt on the hottest day of the year, large almost colorless eyes blinking at me as he accused me of being a bad friend.
    I gestured toward the door. “Aren’t you going to be late for your