for a while. Still, I let him know who’s in charge of this relationship.
Another rule that’s off the record: stay in control of all the boys you let kiss you. That way they don’t end up in your pants. Nasty.
I’m sick. Thx so much 4 ur concern.
There’s no response, but I don’t care. He won’t be the first boyfriend who found someone new before breaking it off with me. I do not put out, although, I don’t care if they tell people I do. Helps with the rep without me actually having to do the gross part. Score!
I kinda feel bad for the girl who ends up in his arms tonight. Cody is a total status thing. I use him and he uses me. We both know it, and neither of us really cares. It’s been about three weeks, so we’ve pretty much hit our limit anyway. He is a good kisser, though. I’ll give him that one.
I look at the closed curtains, thinking of another boy with amazing kissing abilities, but I shove the thought from my mind before I lose it completely.
“Hey, I thought you were going out tonight.” My younger sister waltzes in and plops on my bed. Her dark brown hair has been curled into corkscrews and she’s covered in pounds of makeup. She’s wearing a blue shirtdress with a thick belt around her middle, making what little bosom she has look bigger. She’s only fourteen, but in this outfit, and that hair, she could pass for my age. I raise my eyebrows at her.
“And you thought you’d tag along?”
“Mom and Dad won’t know, and I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”
I shake my head. “I’m not going. So you can’t either.”
“Why not?”
“There’s gonna be alcohol, Sierra.”
She gives me a look that says, You’re the biggest hypocrite. She’s totally right so I play the tattletale card.
“And because I’ll tell Mom and Dad you went out while they were gone.”
She stands and smiles. “You know, if you’re going to start tossing around threats, I’d be a little more worried about what I’d tell them about you.”
I give her my best impression of Gollum on crack. “Fine, go out. See if they even let you in without me.”
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and narrows her eyes. “Fine. I will.” She storms out of my room and my gut tells me to go after her, but my pride blocks my exit.
I sit and catch my breath before I finally get out into the hallway.
“Sierra, wait!” I call down the stairs. Hopefully I’ve caught her in time. Letting my fourteen-year-old sister go to an all-night alcohol fountain party wouldn’t exactly make me a responsible older sister, even though I never really fit into that category. Still seems wrong not to at least try to get her to stay.
“Sierra!” I get to the bottom of the staircase and she comes out of the formal living room, scaring the poo out of me.
“Someone’s here to see you,” she says bitterly as she pushes me aside to get upstairs. Instead of socking her in the butt like I want to, I kink my neck to see around the wall. What the hell is Cody doing here? His back is turned to me and he’s holding something in his hand. I duck back upstairs to change into my sexy pajamas. No way is he seeing me in these old baggy ones.
I grab black silk shorts and a cami and slip them on. I let my fake deep red hair down—you know, like Jean Grey— so it cascades down my back and I quickly run my fingers through it. I don’t worry about makeup, just slab some gloss on my lips. After all, I am ”sick.” But girls like me have to look good at their worst.
I throw a light blanket over my shoulders and walk back to Cody. He still has his back to the entryway.
Okay, Geek Zoe, it’s been fun, but Cody can’t know you exist.
I take another deep breath and get ready for my act. “What are you doing here?” I ask, letting my phony anger soak into my voice.
He turns around and his eyes widen at my ensemble.
See? There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s Zak who has a problem.
“Uh…” Cody stutters as he clears his head. “I thought maybe since you were too sick to go out, we’d stay in.” He holds up a movie, which I’m surprised to see is a total chick flick. Gross. But popular Zoe likes