Amir is not, in fact, 100 percent ideal, this early on. Ha. How incredibly me. Too controlling. Too sensitive. Always just a little too .
I go to the mirrors. âStop,â I say at my reflection, which is tattooed and scratched with graffiti. âStop,â I say again, and this time I listen to the talking face that used to look like Quinn Robertsâthe guy voted âcutest weirdoâ in an unofficial poll conducted by the girls in middle schoolâand I stop crying, for him. For the cutest weirdo, and maybe the least likely to succeed now, too.
One little detour before rejoining my trio in the picnic area: âI really like your earrings,â I say to the lady at the table, because sheâs got cool earrings on. I really do like them.
She sneers at me the way you do when your whole life is about being noticed for the wrong thing, and she doesnât say thank you, I think because she thinks Iâm making fun of her, which Iâm not.
I stand here long enough that the ladyâs husband, skinny just like my dad was, goes, âYou have a problem ?â But the lady puts up her hand to him and goes, âItâs okay,â because she must realize it is . That teenage boys who make fun of big ladies never stand around afterward, like Iâm doing right now. Believe me, they ring your doorbell and they call your mom terrible names and then they run and they run, and they never dare to look back. And I hate them, and Iâve memorized their faces.
âThank you,â she says, touching one of the earrings. âMy daughter made them for me.â
When I get back to our table in the shade, which is somehow not in the shade anymore, Amir looks flat-out mortified, his brown face glowing pinker than a poker. I guess he didnât really notice my mom standing on our front steps when he picked me up this morning. I guess some people donât see everything. I guess Geoff and Carly told him about her, and me, while I was in the bathroom. And I wonder what else.
âCome on,â I say. âLetâs hit some more rides.â
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
O ur clothes are still damp from the log flume as we pull onto my street just before midnight. My fake glasses are fogged up and kind of smudgy, too. How do people manage to keep glasses clean all day?
âOkay, before you get out of my car,â Amir says, turning down NPR, âyou have to pass one round of Trivia.â I like that he listens to NPR.
âOh, boy,â Carly goes, âthe rare Trivia counterattack.â
All I want is to be dead asleep.
âAll right,â I say, when it seems like Amir isnât kidding. Iâm on the side of the car that doesnât open, anyway. So Iâm kind of trapped, I mean.
âName the horror franchise that was shot in Pittsburgh in the sixties,â Amir says, âand was originally titled Monster Movie .â
Heâs looking at me in the rearview mirror and Iâm not looking away, which is something.
âWhoa!â Geoff goes, thumping his hands against the dashboard. âThis dude brought it , Quinn.â
âNo,â I say. âItâs too easy, Amir. Itâs literally insulting. Carly probably knows the answer.â
âUh, I donât,â she goes.
âScoot,â I say to her, and she opens her door and I hop out to the curb, which is still radiating such warmth that I actually look up, to make sure Iâm not standing beneath a heat lamp of some sort. Iâm not. We donât even have streetlights, ha.
Amir gets out and walks me to my mailbox, two feet away, which is kind of sweet.
âQuinn doesnât know the an-swer,â he goes in this sing-song way.
âQuinn does , actually,â I say, not in a sing-song way. âBut that is some third-grade-level movie trivia youâre rocking, and itâs beneath me.â I am terrible at flirting. I open the mailbox and then I shut it. âSo, I
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