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her.
“Hey,” she said, “she started it.”
Will glared at me.
“And she made it way worse,” I said. “Cyclops boy? I would never.” I raised one hand to my chest to emphasize my innocence.
Since he didn't respond, I added, “You've gone from tomato to more of a pink grapefruit.”
He closed the eye and backed from the room.
“Wait, were you winking at me?” I asked.
Christie shook her head. “I think he was avoiding you, and I'd be surprised if he's speaking to you.”
In order to properly convey my feelings about her snarkiness, I stuck out my tongue and blew a raspberry.
“Better watch out or your face will freeze like that,” Christie said.
“Yeah, right,” I griped. “I didn't fall for that when I was five, and I'm not going to fall for it now.” I had totally fallen for it when I was five, but I would never admit it to her.
“You know you have your contact in already, right?” she asked.
Uh. “Yeah. So?”
“Will doesn't have his in, but you do.”
Obvious much? “Yeah, Christie. I get it.”
“If you really got it, you'd have turned beet red by now.”
Huh? “Why would I turn red?” The only time I turned red was when I was embarrassed, like when she busted me for kissing Will. Oh crudballs. I'd kissed Will, and I'd done it with the contact in. “OhmyGod give me that footage,” I screeched.
“Not. Gonna. Happen,” she said, entirely too full of herself.
“You can't watch it,” I said, giving it another shot.
“I can pretty much do whatever I want, chica.”
Unfortunately she was right. What now? Bargain? Bribe? Blackmail her? I didn't have anything to use against her. Other than telling Mom the spy thing, but I had to tell her that anyway and it didn't give me any leverage. If only I had closed my eyes when I'd kissed Will. Hey...
I did close my eyes. I thought back to the soft touch of his lips against mine. What did I see, what did I see? I saw Will pretty clearly, but I didn't remember seeing Will's face smooshed up into mine. “I closed my eyes,” I said, triumphantly. “I shut my eyes, and you have nothing. Hah!”
“You sure about that?” she asked. “Really sure? Or are you just hoping you closed them?”
Crudballs and marshmallows. Now I wasn't sure. It didn't take a master spy to make me doubt myself when it came to Will. And unfortunately, I was matching wits with a master spy. Uh, yeah. Maybe not quite matching. Christie seemed to be outwitting me.
I so wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. Taking a deep breath, I dug deep for some nonchalance. “Oh, I'm sure.” I puffed up my chest a little to convey my confidence.
“You should go check on him,” my aunt said. “If he's past extremely ripe garden tomato, tell him to take another rest.”
Extremely ripe garden tomato? Had I ever seen a tomato from a garden? Yes, but those were grape tomatoes. Did that count?
I would be able to figure it out. Plus, he probably already had it in.
Will was in the downstairs bathroom. I didn't step inside, but I did stick my head round the corner to peer into the bathroom. Will was blinking rapidly and contact solution was running down his face. I was hopeful that he had managed to get the lens in, but I didn't have enough clues. “How's it going?”
“I don't think you really want to ask me that.”
So, I guess it wasn't going well.
“Anything I can do?”
He groaned. “I don't think you want me to answer that.”
Geez. “If you need to vent on somebody, I'll go get Christie.”
“No thanks.” He squirted more solution on the contact and prepared for another try. “You should probably go though, because I'm about to crack.”
Thirty minutes or so later, Will had finished his second break, and Christie, Grandma, and I were having a huddle in the living room.
“At what point is this going to cause permanent injury to his eye?” Grandma asked.
“I don't know,” Christie admitted, “but at this point, we're undermining his
“Hey,” she said, “she started it.”
Will glared at me.
“And she made it way worse,” I said. “Cyclops boy? I would never.” I raised one hand to my chest to emphasize my innocence.
Since he didn't respond, I added, “You've gone from tomato to more of a pink grapefruit.”
He closed the eye and backed from the room.
“Wait, were you winking at me?” I asked.
Christie shook her head. “I think he was avoiding you, and I'd be surprised if he's speaking to you.”
In order to properly convey my feelings about her snarkiness, I stuck out my tongue and blew a raspberry.
“Better watch out or your face will freeze like that,” Christie said.
“Yeah, right,” I griped. “I didn't fall for that when I was five, and I'm not going to fall for it now.” I had totally fallen for it when I was five, but I would never admit it to her.
“You know you have your contact in already, right?” she asked.
Uh. “Yeah. So?”
“Will doesn't have his in, but you do.”
Obvious much? “Yeah, Christie. I get it.”
“If you really got it, you'd have turned beet red by now.”
Huh? “Why would I turn red?” The only time I turned red was when I was embarrassed, like when she busted me for kissing Will. Oh crudballs. I'd kissed Will, and I'd done it with the contact in. “OhmyGod give me that footage,” I screeched.
“Not. Gonna. Happen,” she said, entirely too full of herself.
“You can't watch it,” I said, giving it another shot.
“I can pretty much do whatever I want, chica.”
Unfortunately she was right. What now? Bargain? Bribe? Blackmail her? I didn't have anything to use against her. Other than telling Mom the spy thing, but I had to tell her that anyway and it didn't give me any leverage. If only I had closed my eyes when I'd kissed Will. Hey...
I did close my eyes. I thought back to the soft touch of his lips against mine. What did I see, what did I see? I saw Will pretty clearly, but I didn't remember seeing Will's face smooshed up into mine. “I closed my eyes,” I said, triumphantly. “I shut my eyes, and you have nothing. Hah!”
“You sure about that?” she asked. “Really sure? Or are you just hoping you closed them?”
Crudballs and marshmallows. Now I wasn't sure. It didn't take a master spy to make me doubt myself when it came to Will. And unfortunately, I was matching wits with a master spy. Uh, yeah. Maybe not quite matching. Christie seemed to be outwitting me.
I so wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. Taking a deep breath, I dug deep for some nonchalance. “Oh, I'm sure.” I puffed up my chest a little to convey my confidence.
“You should go check on him,” my aunt said. “If he's past extremely ripe garden tomato, tell him to take another rest.”
Extremely ripe garden tomato? Had I ever seen a tomato from a garden? Yes, but those were grape tomatoes. Did that count?
I would be able to figure it out. Plus, he probably already had it in.
Will was in the downstairs bathroom. I didn't step inside, but I did stick my head round the corner to peer into the bathroom. Will was blinking rapidly and contact solution was running down his face. I was hopeful that he had managed to get the lens in, but I didn't have enough clues. “How's it going?”
“I don't think you really want to ask me that.”
So, I guess it wasn't going well.
“Anything I can do?”
He groaned. “I don't think you want me to answer that.”
Geez. “If you need to vent on somebody, I'll go get Christie.”
“No thanks.” He squirted more solution on the contact and prepared for another try. “You should probably go though, because I'm about to crack.”
Thirty minutes or so later, Will had finished his second break, and Christie, Grandma, and I were having a huddle in the living room.
“At what point is this going to cause permanent injury to his eye?” Grandma asked.
“I don't know,” Christie admitted, “but at this point, we're undermining his
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