weak fall, and the strong conquer.
I want to conquer Dalia. I want to climb her like a fucking mountain and claim her as mine.
“Why not? Come on, I'm not asking for much, just tell her I want to talk, that's it. There's something I need to ask her, and it's kind of important.” I keep my voice lighthearted, trying to sound like it's no big deal. But it is a big deal.
Prom is coming up, and there's only one girl I want to take. Except she isn't giving me the time of day. If she sees me in the hall, she turns and goes the other way. If I see her in class, she ignores me completely.
Kira closes the door with a hard thud, and gives me an annoyed glare. “It's too late, Lyle, you fucked up. I'm not going to help my best friend get screwed over for a second time. I let your shithead of a sister by once, and it cost Dalia everything. I won't do that again so you can fuck her over too.”
Turning away from me, she starts down the hall. But I'm not ready to give up just yet, so I stay with her, and follow her. I maneuver around other kids in the hall, doing my best to keep up with her.
“Kira, I'm begging you, please, just get her to give me five minutes. That's all I need, five minutes to talk.”
“Oh, you're begging me, huh? Is that what this is supposed to be?” Her eyes move to mine, cold and irritated. “I'm sorry, I don't see you on your knees right now.”
“Seriously? Is that what it's going to take to get you to help me out here?”
“Honestly. . .” She pauses, rolling her eyes forward so she's looking straight down the hall. “No. If Dalia wants to talk to you, she will. If she doesn't, well that's too fucking bad for you now, isn't it?” Kira stops short, grabbing my arm, and spinning me to face her. “But you need to hear me, and hear me good, Lyle. I think you need to just leave her alone. You and your sister really hurt her. She doesn't deserve to be hurt anymore.”
“I di—”
“Leave her alone,” she demands, cutting the air with her hand. “And stop fucking following me.” Kira storms off, pushing her way through the crowded hall.
“What the hell was that about?” my sister asks as she steps up from behind me, coming out of nowhere.
“Jesus, Sandy,” I say, my breathing slightly labored. “Don't fucking do that. I hate when you sneak up on me like that.”
“Sorry,” she says all snotty as her eyes open wide, and she looks up away. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing, don't worry about it.”
“It didn't look like nothing.” She crosses an arm over her stomach as she watches Kira walk away.
“I was just asking Kira for a favor, but it doesn't matter, she won't do it.”
“A favor. . . What the hell do you need her for when you have me? You need a favor, you ask your sister, not a twat like Kira Benson.”
“Right, well that's all fine most of the time, except this is something you can't help me with.” I start walking, and my sister stays with me. “Actually,” I say, looking over at her briefly, “you're the reason I need her help anyway. So, it's probably just better for you to stay out of this one.”
“Oh, okay, I get it. This has to do with her doesn't it?” Her voice slices and spits, choking out the single word. And she's not even using her actual name.
The way she says her goes up my ass. “She has a name.”
“Yeah—whore.”
Stopping, I snag Sandy by the wrist, and pull her to the side. “Why do you have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Say shit like that?”
“Awe, what's wrong? Does the poor baby not like it when I make fun of his girlfriend?”
“She's not my girlfriend, Sandy. See? This is exactly what I'm talking about.” Running my hand across my jaw, I shake my head. “You're such a bitch sometimes.”
“Maybe I wouldn't have to be such a bitch if your taste in women was better.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” she says matter of fact.
“All right, who would you chose for me then? Sara Noones? Callie Wise?”
“Come on, Lyle, you're better than both of those girls. You're better than majority of the girls in our school, that's for sure. I wouldn't pick anyone here.” She looks up and down the hall,