reminded me of Kaitlin. It made me think of times when I was happy and we went out together, just to have fun, not to prove anything or to drown any sorrows.
“Yeah, it’s going to be kickass. So I was wondering if I could look at your clothes and see if I want to borrow anything.” At last, Janine made the real request.
“Sure, check it out. I might want to check out your stuff, too.”
“No prob, Gab,” said Janine ready to begin her search-and-recovery mission. She was already in Lisa’s room when she added, “If you think you’ll find something that fits you.”
I heard Lisa giggle. Lisa thrived on any insults that were not directed at her. Janine hadn’t invited her out, and Lisa was going to be bitter. It was worse that Janine decided to model all of my clothes that she liked for Lisa. Lisa complimented everything. She was hoping for an invite, hoping at last to get out of the life she has chosen, sitting in our empty apartment, studying hard to show off to people who didn’t like her.
I tried on everything I liked in Janine’s closet, too. My larger chest stretched out Janine’s sexy cheap tight black shirts. I defiantly buttoned up a red wraparound skirt. It was a little tight around the hips, but I didn’t care. I didn’t appreciate her comments.
I settled on one of her dresses. It was tight and gray but styled like a schoolgirl uniform. I could wear my own black shirt under it, and it would fit me even shorter than it fit Janine. I felt like looking good tonight.
I went back into my room for more primping. I shut the door so Lisa, who was pacing nervously around the apartment, could not prey on me. She kept sighing and mentioning how she needed to work on her American celebrations essay, hoping if she sighed loud enough, someone would give her another option. It didn’t work. At last, Lisa came sheepishly into my room. I continued lining my lips.
“So you’re going out with them.” From the way Lisa said
them
, I knew she had already glorified them. They were the cool kids she was never going to be. I began applying the gloss with more care than usual. I considered wearing eyeliner.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Did they ask you?”
“Well, I didn’t just tag along. I don’t do that.” I turned to Lisa, holding her eyes. Her forehead was full of acne. It had to be stress.
“Can I come?” No one with any sense of pride would ask this when they are so obviously not wanted. Is she liked somewhere else, I wondered. Is there anywhere this girl has friends? I finished my bottom lip before answering. I almost pitied her. She was just trying to impress Janine when she giggled at her comment. I should be the bigger person. I should understand that she was lonely and desperate. But I wasn’t a saint or a psychiatrist.
“I don’t know, Lisa. It’s not my thing. It’s Janine’s. It’s her boyfriend. You should ask her.” I tried to make my voice softer, kinder. She looked at me, pleadingly. I tried not to think about all the times she corrected me and acted like a know-it-all. “All right, I’ll come with you.”
“C’mon,” Lisa left my room in a hurry, glancing back to make sure I followed her out through the kitchen into the better bedroom, where Janine and Michelle slept. Michelle was checking her face out carefully in the mirror. Janine was in the bathroom. I pretended to need to borrow some perfume. Lisa asked Michelle if she could go out with us. Maybe she wasn’t as socially inept as I thought; she was picking the nicer one.
Michelle was nervous, not sure how to answer, but she didn’t have to because Janine emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed more conservatively than she usually was for going out. Roberto liked Janine to dress like this. Janine said he was traditional. He wanted her to be modest, even though he liked the fact that he could fuck her the first time they met.
“You can’t come, Lisa, there just isn’t room in the car,” Janine took charge while
“Yeah, it’s going to be kickass. So I was wondering if I could look at your clothes and see if I want to borrow anything.” At last, Janine made the real request.
“Sure, check it out. I might want to check out your stuff, too.”
“No prob, Gab,” said Janine ready to begin her search-and-recovery mission. She was already in Lisa’s room when she added, “If you think you’ll find something that fits you.”
I heard Lisa giggle. Lisa thrived on any insults that were not directed at her. Janine hadn’t invited her out, and Lisa was going to be bitter. It was worse that Janine decided to model all of my clothes that she liked for Lisa. Lisa complimented everything. She was hoping for an invite, hoping at last to get out of the life she has chosen, sitting in our empty apartment, studying hard to show off to people who didn’t like her.
I tried on everything I liked in Janine’s closet, too. My larger chest stretched out Janine’s sexy cheap tight black shirts. I defiantly buttoned up a red wraparound skirt. It was a little tight around the hips, but I didn’t care. I didn’t appreciate her comments.
I settled on one of her dresses. It was tight and gray but styled like a schoolgirl uniform. I could wear my own black shirt under it, and it would fit me even shorter than it fit Janine. I felt like looking good tonight.
I went back into my room for more primping. I shut the door so Lisa, who was pacing nervously around the apartment, could not prey on me. She kept sighing and mentioning how she needed to work on her American celebrations essay, hoping if she sighed loud enough, someone would give her another option. It didn’t work. At last, Lisa came sheepishly into my room. I continued lining my lips.
“So you’re going out with them.” From the way Lisa said
them
, I knew she had already glorified them. They were the cool kids she was never going to be. I began applying the gloss with more care than usual. I considered wearing eyeliner.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Did they ask you?”
“Well, I didn’t just tag along. I don’t do that.” I turned to Lisa, holding her eyes. Her forehead was full of acne. It had to be stress.
“Can I come?” No one with any sense of pride would ask this when they are so obviously not wanted. Is she liked somewhere else, I wondered. Is there anywhere this girl has friends? I finished my bottom lip before answering. I almost pitied her. She was just trying to impress Janine when she giggled at her comment. I should be the bigger person. I should understand that she was lonely and desperate. But I wasn’t a saint or a psychiatrist.
“I don’t know, Lisa. It’s not my thing. It’s Janine’s. It’s her boyfriend. You should ask her.” I tried to make my voice softer, kinder. She looked at me, pleadingly. I tried not to think about all the times she corrected me and acted like a know-it-all. “All right, I’ll come with you.”
“C’mon,” Lisa left my room in a hurry, glancing back to make sure I followed her out through the kitchen into the better bedroom, where Janine and Michelle slept. Michelle was checking her face out carefully in the mirror. Janine was in the bathroom. I pretended to need to borrow some perfume. Lisa asked Michelle if she could go out with us. Maybe she wasn’t as socially inept as I thought; she was picking the nicer one.
Michelle was nervous, not sure how to answer, but she didn’t have to because Janine emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed more conservatively than she usually was for going out. Roberto liked Janine to dress like this. Janine said he was traditional. He wanted her to be modest, even though he liked the fact that he could fuck her the first time they met.
“You can’t come, Lisa, there just isn’t room in the car,” Janine took charge while
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