about you.â I comb my hand through my hair. âYou know youâre pretty.â
âPretty unhot, apparently.â
âNo. Like ⦠cute.â
âOh, shut up. I donât need your approval. Or any guyâs. I grew up with a house full of you males. Trust me, youâre nothing special. Youâre always checking out your muscles in the mirror. You fart for entertainment, and you touch yourselves every five minutes to make sure your package is still there. I donât give a care what you think.â
I want to laugh about how she canât curse, but I stop myself. âApparently you do, or you wouldnât be so pissed.â
Her mouth forms different vowel shapes, but no words come out. âWhat I think,â she finally stammers, âis Iâm sick of you picking on me.â
âOh bull. I donât pick on you.â
âReally? You nicknamed me Brainy Laney in middle school. Freshman year, all I heard was how Iâd never been kissed. Sophomore year you called me the Proud Prude until Mom made you stop. And how about last year? Constantly riding me about Kollin? Kollinâs a great guy, and all you do is rip on him. Itâs like Iâm living with a bully.â
âIâm just teasing you.â
âAnd you know what I hate the most?â Her lower lip quivers. âThe way youâre always calling me nerdling and brainiac, like itâs an insult to be smart.â Laneyâs jaw tightens. âGuess what, Michaels? It isnât. I love being smart. You should try it sometime.â
âI never knew you felt like this. Hell, you dish out worse all the time.â
âOnly when you start it. And Iâd never say anything if I thought it would really hurt you.â
âNeither would I.â I lay my hand on her shoulder and she shakes it off. She opens the door and nudges me out. âGo away. Now.â
I turn to say something, but she closes the door on me.
Forget it. I tried. Iâm done. This is exactly why I donât get involved with girls. I know better than to care.
Thirteen
I toss and turn all night, replaying Laneyâs words in my head. I think of the way her voice broke when she accused me of bullying her, and my skin crawls. I kick the covers off and rearrange my pillow.
Sheâs crazy. I hate bullies. Iâm no bully.
By morning, Iâm annoyed and overtired. Iâve got to talk to Laney before school or Iâll never be able to concentrate. Everyoneâs at the refrigerator in the kitchen grabbing their lunches but her. Her sack is already gone, and her backpack isnât on her hook.
I look for her at lunch, but sheâs not sitting with her friends. Kollin is there, but her usual seat next to him is vacant. Marcus is alone at our table when I sit down next to him.
Why am I letting this get to me? Itâs Laneyâs fault for overreacting about a stupid remark. Itâs Laneyâs fault for making me lose sleep over this. Itâs Laneyâs fault for getting worked up over some innocent teasing. Itâs Laneyâs fault for â¦
Damn. Why am I such an ass?
âWhatâs with you?â Marcus asks, crunching on his chips.
âHuh?â
âYouâre sitting there all pissed, staring at LeBeau like he just screwed your girlfriend.â
I snap without thinking, âLaneyâs not my girlfriend!â
Marcus jerks his head back. âNo duh.â His eyebrows bunch together. âItâs an expression. You were staring over at his table like you wanted to kick some ass.â
How do I explain this without explaining it? âI just hate the guy, thatâs all.â
âWhatever. Are you gonna eat your chips?â Marcus points at my lunch, sitting untouched on my brown paper bag.
âNo. Take âem.â
Dang you, Laney . I stand up and grab my backpack off the floor.
âWhere you going, dude?â
âI need to talk to
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