much worse!â
âYes, it is. If someone rejects you who has seen your butt, itâs extra hurtful.â
âIâm never going to take my clothes off in front of anyone ,â I say emphatically.
We get out of the car.
âWait, Dad, was that the sex talk? It was a little brief.â
âIt was efficient! In ten seconds I turned one of my girls into a nun.â
âHa. Good luck with the other one.â
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chapter 15
You got dumped?! Weez, youâre having real Boy Trouble now. Are you honestly never going to take your clothes off in front of anyone? I guess you wonât have to buy matching underwear so thereâs a saving! Your mom said when she joined match.com she bought so much lingerie, they knew her by name in Victoriaâs Secret!
HANNAH! I have to wash my brain now!
Sorry. Forget I ever said that. How are your folks?
Good. Think Iâll keep them. How are yours?
Ugh. If I find a receipt, Iâm getting a refund. SO MUCH PRESSURE! If it wasnât for you and Candy Crush Iâd chuck my phone and get some peace.
I trudge into school the next day feeling like I have DUMPED written on my forehead. Typical, Dad drops me off just as Roman and Gabeâs mom does the same. Displaying the sort of perfect timing they canât achieve in a swimming pool, I think to myself and smirk meanly.
They donât say hi. No matter, they never did anyway. Gabe and I make eye contact and he gives me a fleeting smile. Between him and Melia, Iâve got two secret, silent âfriends.â My birthday party will be a riot.
I take my phone outânothing. Hannah and I are talking a bit more, but nothing on WhatsApp. Dadâs sent me a photo of his most recent job rejection. Dear Murk, it begins.
Only the coolest people get dumped, he writes underneath. Lots of love and best wishes, Murk Brown. (Do I sound like a paint color?)
As in, âWeâre going to paint the toilet Murk Brownâ? I reply. Yes.
I sit by myself in physicsâOperation: Make Friends is on hold for now. For once I donât mind having no one to talk to; Iâm not in the mood to chat. I get out my physics book and doodle on it a list of reasons why itâs for the best that Iâm not working with the boys anymore.
1. I donât have to worry about being cool in front of them. (Hanging out with these boys is stressfulâI always worry Iâm about to reveal how lame my life is. E.g. when they talk about parties and I have nothing to contribute except the funny thing that happened when Mom and I went to the car wash. A dog walked through it and came out soapy. It was hilarious and I tell it well, but itâs a tragic insight into what I do on a Friday night.)
2. More free time? (Oh, whoopee.)
3. No more money. Hmm. More space in my wallet?
Once morning classes are done, I head off to the cafeteria. Standing in the line I notice that Melia is behind me, and without Cammie for once.
I decide to turn around and smile at her, and if she smiles back, I will upgrade this smile to a chat. Then from a chat weâll move toward eating lunch together. Then Iâll just be a hop, skip, and a jump from a sleepover! And then weâll kick Cammie out of school and everyone will be happier without her. ( Cue music and balloons. )
OK, better not get ahead of myself. First I have to trick Melia into chatting with me and enjoying my company. I swivel around and realize Iâm too close, like Iâm swooping in for a kiss.
I step back and open my mouth to say, âHey!â or âHowâs it going?â or âWhat up, dawg?â (Probably not the last one.)
But sheâs looking down at her phone. I know sheâs seen me turn around for this brilliant chat we were about to mutually enjoy, but sheâs ignoring me.
I bet sheâs scared Cammie or Nicole or Amanda will see us talking and make fun of her. I bet thatâs it. I can even see her give a glance