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demands immediately.
“Okay. He’s tall, hazel eyes, shaggy brownish-blond hair. Muscular. Um …”
“How tall is tall?” she asks, cutting me off.
“I don’t know. Maybe around six feet, a little taller.”
“Does his hair look good on him or does it need to be cut?” What kind of question is that?
“I think it looks good on him. It’s not unkempt or anything, just a little longer. Shaggy was a bad word, I guess. How was work?” I attempt to shift the conversation to her, crossing my fingers that she’ll fall for it.
“Not a chance. Where is he from?”
Ugh. I don’t really want to talk about Grant with her. I barely know him. Wait! She hasn’t asked his name yet. Maybe I can at least keep that from her for now. I wonder if she knows him. She takes classes at the college too. What if he’s in one of her classes? I would die of embarrassment if she ever talked about me with him.
“Raleigh,” I answer after I hear her clear her throat on the other end of the line.
“Big city boy. Okay, one last question and this is the most important one. Does he have a brother that is as cute or cuter than him so we can double date?”
Laughter escapes me before I have a chance to hold back. I hear Libby hollering at me, but I can’t help myself. It takes me a minute to pull myself together before I can answer her. “I’m sorry, Libby, but he’s an only child.”
“Damn it. He needs to have a hot friend then. I want a boyfriend, too,” Libby whines.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend.”
“For now, but when you guys start dating, and you will, then I’ll be left alone or I’ll be the third wheel. No one likes to be the third wheel.”
“I promise you won’t be the third wheel, and I promise that I won’t ditch you to hang out with him. I’m sure he has a friend or we can always find you someone. Isn’t there anyone at school that you like?”
“No. They all suck. The ones that are decent are all taken. The rest only want to date you for your money. I hate that shit.” You can hear the detest in her voice. I haven’t had much interaction with the guys in our school yet and I don’t plan to have much.
My plan was to not have interaction with any guys this year. I’ll be leaving for college soon and don’t want to complicate my life by leaving behind a boyfriend. Grant is different, though. I feel like he’s worth a chance. There’s something about him. I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like he’s worth fighting for.
“We’ll find you someone. I have to let you go, though. I have an essay to write for my Creative Writing class and a ton of other homework too. I’ll catch you tomorrow morning. Meet in the parking lot? I’ll let you drag my ass in to school.”
“Deal. Later.” Libby hangs up before I have a chance to say goodbye.
She’s an interesting character. I’ve met all sorts of people throughout my travels and she is the most outgoing and outspoken person yet. She says whatever is on her mind, loudly. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know how to filter her thoughts. Hanging out with her outside of school should be interesting.
Shaking all thoughts of Libby and Grant from my mind, I start working on my homework. I focus on the essay first and then Chemistry before wrapping up with Trigonometry. The school here is slightly behind where I was in my last school. I’ve covered most of the material already, which will only help my final grades if the colleges I’ve already talked to decide to take a look at them again.
***
Libby is waiting for me when I pull in the parking lot the next morning. She’s wearing a short skirt and a barely-there top. If she’s trying to make a statement, she’s making one. There has to be a reason she’s dressed like this. The last two days she’s worn jeans and a casual top, nothing this revealing. What really catches my eye are her shoes—cowboy boots similar to the ones I found the day I met
“Okay. He’s tall, hazel eyes, shaggy brownish-blond hair. Muscular. Um …”
“How tall is tall?” she asks, cutting me off.
“I don’t know. Maybe around six feet, a little taller.”
“Does his hair look good on him or does it need to be cut?” What kind of question is that?
“I think it looks good on him. It’s not unkempt or anything, just a little longer. Shaggy was a bad word, I guess. How was work?” I attempt to shift the conversation to her, crossing my fingers that she’ll fall for it.
“Not a chance. Where is he from?”
Ugh. I don’t really want to talk about Grant with her. I barely know him. Wait! She hasn’t asked his name yet. Maybe I can at least keep that from her for now. I wonder if she knows him. She takes classes at the college too. What if he’s in one of her classes? I would die of embarrassment if she ever talked about me with him.
“Raleigh,” I answer after I hear her clear her throat on the other end of the line.
“Big city boy. Okay, one last question and this is the most important one. Does he have a brother that is as cute or cuter than him so we can double date?”
Laughter escapes me before I have a chance to hold back. I hear Libby hollering at me, but I can’t help myself. It takes me a minute to pull myself together before I can answer her. “I’m sorry, Libby, but he’s an only child.”
“Damn it. He needs to have a hot friend then. I want a boyfriend, too,” Libby whines.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend.”
“For now, but when you guys start dating, and you will, then I’ll be left alone or I’ll be the third wheel. No one likes to be the third wheel.”
“I promise you won’t be the third wheel, and I promise that I won’t ditch you to hang out with him. I’m sure he has a friend or we can always find you someone. Isn’t there anyone at school that you like?”
“No. They all suck. The ones that are decent are all taken. The rest only want to date you for your money. I hate that shit.” You can hear the detest in her voice. I haven’t had much interaction with the guys in our school yet and I don’t plan to have much.
My plan was to not have interaction with any guys this year. I’ll be leaving for college soon and don’t want to complicate my life by leaving behind a boyfriend. Grant is different, though. I feel like he’s worth a chance. There’s something about him. I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like he’s worth fighting for.
“We’ll find you someone. I have to let you go, though. I have an essay to write for my Creative Writing class and a ton of other homework too. I’ll catch you tomorrow morning. Meet in the parking lot? I’ll let you drag my ass in to school.”
“Deal. Later.” Libby hangs up before I have a chance to say goodbye.
She’s an interesting character. I’ve met all sorts of people throughout my travels and she is the most outgoing and outspoken person yet. She says whatever is on her mind, loudly. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know how to filter her thoughts. Hanging out with her outside of school should be interesting.
Shaking all thoughts of Libby and Grant from my mind, I start working on my homework. I focus on the essay first and then Chemistry before wrapping up with Trigonometry. The school here is slightly behind where I was in my last school. I’ve covered most of the material already, which will only help my final grades if the colleges I’ve already talked to decide to take a look at them again.
***
Libby is waiting for me when I pull in the parking lot the next morning. She’s wearing a short skirt and a barely-there top. If she’s trying to make a statement, she’s making one. There has to be a reason she’s dressed like this. The last two days she’s worn jeans and a casual top, nothing this revealing. What really catches my eye are her shoes—cowboy boots similar to the ones I found the day I met
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