Emily For Real

Emily For Real by Sylvia Gunnery

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his idiot father somewhere in Newfoundland and his mother in rehab and his sweet little sister Caroline, curled up sleeping at Jane’s in a bed that’s not even hers. Probably Leo’s having a hard time getting to sleep too.
    â€œWhat’s the difference? It’s got nothing to do with you, anyway. It happened before you were even born.”
    When I told Leo about Dana and Myra, he just said, “Whatever.” But then, for some illogical and highly emotional reason, I go and tell him about Mom’s stillborn baby, and how no one told me about him until Aunt Em let it slip last night.
    â€œIt’s got everything to do with me. It’s my father and my mother and he would’ve been my brother.”
    â€œWould’ve been but isn’t.”
    â€œYou don’t have emotions.”
    â€œI don’t waste emotions.”
    Just past Leo’s shoulder I see the girl with the flute coming into the cafeteria. Speaking of wasting emotions. She’s looking around and when she doesn’t find whoever it is she’s looking for, she leaves.
    â€œWhat?” he says, looking over his shoulder because it’s obvious I’ve been watching someone.
    â€œNot what. Who.”
    â€œThen, who?”
    â€œThe girl with the flute. She was just here, but she left.”
    He gives me this look. “Mind your own business.”
    â€œTouchy,” I say in an exaggerated way.
    He grabs his milk carton and sandwich wrap and stands up. “Gotta go.”
    â€œShe turned right.”
    He pretends he doesn’t hear this, but I know he did because when he leaves the cafeteria, he turns right.
    â€œEmily!” It’s Jenn, with Ronny beside her. “Where’s your man?”
    â€œFunny,” I say.
    They sit down across from me. Now I’ll look totally ignorant if I get up and leave.
    Jenn grins like there hasn’t been a bump in our friendship. Ronny starts to fill his face with hamburger and fries.
    â€œWe should do something sometime,” says Jenn.
    â€œMeaning?”
    â€œThe four of us. A movie or something.”
    Ronny doesn’t respond to this idea. He’s looking off into nowhere as if chewing food’s a complicated job.
    â€œWe’re not dating.”
    â€œI say give this new guy a chance.”
    â€œYou’re not listening.”
    Ronny looks over at me with one cheek stuffed with food. He wasn’t listening either. It’s like two blank walls are sitting across from me.
    I get up and leave, figuring the blank walls won’t realize that I’m being totally rude.
    Leo and the flute player are on the stairs. She’s a couple of steps above him so he’s looking up at her which must be weird because he’s used to being the one looking down. I stop so I don’t mess things up by walking past them. But the flute player looks directly at me and gets this very uptight expression on her face. I know exactly what she’s thinking and she’s 100 percent wrong. She cuts off the conversation with Leo and hurries up the stairs.
    Leo doesn’t move.
    â€œShe’s jumping to conclusions,” I say when I’m standing beside him.
    I don’t bother telling him that the flute player isn’t the only person at this school who’s jumping to conclusions. Be fun, though, to see the look on his face if I told him about Barbie’s plan for us to double-date with her and Ken. “And don’t tell me to mind my own business again.”
    â€œCome with me, then,” he says.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIf you’re not there, she won’t believe me.”
    Right.
    When we get to the top of the stairs, the flute player’s down the hall, talking to a couple of guys. One of them’s holding a tuba like he’s in the middle of a rehearsal.
    â€œShouldn’t we wait till she’s by herself?” I’m not liking the very awkward scene that’s playing out in my

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