New Guy gave a
tiny smile. "So, you're friend there is quite the
popular one, is she?" he gestured toward
Meg.
Five people were gathered at Meg's desk while she
told the exciting adventure that was her summer vacation. I
was glad that New Guy wasn't one of them.
"Yeah..." I rolled my bright blue eyes. "You
could say that." I looked over at Meg, who was currently
talking about her escepades in Hawaii. "But, she's
not really my friend. Her name is Lauren. If you want to know
anything about anyone, just talk to
her."
New
Guy leaned over. His breath smelled like peppermint gum.
"What if I want to talk you?" He raised his eyebrow
again. "It's not normal for a person to tell someone
their friend's-- sorry, 'not-really-friend's'
name before their own." He shrugged, then added,
"And you sure looked like you were
friends."
"I guess you're right." He was completely
right, I realized. In fact, I had always put Meg in front of
me for everything. Walking into the room, introductions, even
guys. Especially guys. That was the first thing I had ever
had to give up to Lauren in the 6th grade. Alex Parker had
been my first real crush, so when he told me he liked me
back, it was the best feeling in the world... Until he told
Meg the exact same thing, and that he liked her more. So this
time, I would not let that happen. "My name's
Leslie. Please don't call me 'Les' because
I'm not lesbian-- not that I have anything against
lesbians. My favorite color is purple, I'm half Italian,
half French, and I have an adorable puppy named Melody, she
knows everything about me. That is Meg, we used to be
friends."
New
Guy grinned and nodded in approval. "I'm Marc. And
apparently I smell good. So, why aren't you guys friends
anymore?"
I
sighed, "It's
complicated."
"Les!" Meg excaimed the my left. "You
should introduce me to your friend!" She leaned
over, her boobs practically spilling out of her green
Hollister tank top and gave her signature flirty
three-fingered wave and wink to Marc.
I
rolled my eyes. "This is
Marc."
Thankfully the bell rang just as Meg was about to walk
over and start seducing the poor new guy.
While Mr. Cargo was explaining the same class
rules we here every year, in every class on the first day of
school, I was taking notes. Of course not notes on the rules-
I wasn't listening to a word he said. I was too busy
scribbling down the plan.
