attention from me.
“Because he’s her big gay brother,” Emma said. “None of us has a shot with him.”
This was going to be a long-ass year if people kept bringing this shit up. Couldn’t she have at least made me bi?
“Right,” I said sadly. “I’m gay. Super gay.”
None of the girls responded, and the silence was awkward…until Sophia said, “You should wear a rainbow cape with a giant G.”
Maybe after all this was over, I’d have her make me one. I’d certainly earned it.
S O P H I A
Once Emma, Gina, and Macy had left, I went back to typing Drew’s paper. Or Brody’s paper. Whatever.
“Are we allowed to eat in here?” he asked.
“They’ve never said anything to me. I usually bring something if I plan to be here for a while.”
“Okay, good. I’m starving.” He dug through his bag and pulled out a cardboard box with two slices of cold pizza in it.
“Are you serious?”
He took a bite and asked through a mouthful, “Want some?”
I shook my head slowly. “How long have you had that in there?”
He shrugged. “A few days.” When my eyes widened, he said, “I’m kidding. I threw it in my bag right before I came here. I had an ice pack in there with it.”
“Don’t you ever get sick of pizza?” I’d noticed he’d eaten it almost every day this week. Sometimes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the same day.
“Nope. Not Marco’s. Have you tried it?”
“No, but they should give you some kind of discount with the amount of money you spend in that place.”
He swallowed his bite and laughed. “Or a job. They offered me one the other day because I already know everyone who works there and most of their menu.”
“That’s…” I didn’t exactly know what to call it, so I went with “impressive,” though that sounded more complimentary than what I’d been going for.
“Thanks. So is that Macy girl in your sorority?”
“Yes.” I typed a few more sentences. “You can’t hit on her.”
“I wasn’t asking because I was interested in her. Just wondering if she’s Aamee’s friend or yours.”
“Aamee doesn’t have friends. She has minions who follow her around like a bunch of ducklings scared to cross a street alone.”
“Interesting.”
“Interesting?” I stopped typing and turned to him. “Did you forget you’re supposed to be dictating your paper to me?”
“Sorry. I got sidetracked.”
“By what?”
“I was thinking about how to get Aamee back. Have you come up with anything? Asked any of the other girls in the house?”
There was no getting back at her, at least not that I could think of. I didn’t have a house I could kick her out of, so as far as I was concerned, I’d just have to sit this out until next year, when I could move back in.
I hoped with the start of a new year and Aamee graduated, we could all agree to live in peace.
“My hands are tied, Drew.”
“No way. There’s gotta be something you can do. When my buddy stole my girlfriend in eleventh grade, I filled his whole car with those little Styrofoam pieces that come in packages.” He looked like that was a fond memory, which was surprising considering the transgression he was retaliating against.
“I don’t think filling her car with Styrofoam is the answer.”
“Maybe not. But it would be funny as hell.”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t deny I found the image funny. It was a shame I couldn’t do something like that, if only for the entertainment value alone.
“Anything I do will only make things worse. Aamee’s the president.”
“So?”
I knew this was his first time in a college setting, but the implications of Aamee being president seemed pretty clear to me. “So what?”
“So what if she wasn’t president?”
Chapter Eight
S O P H I A
“But she is president. And she will be until she graduates in May,” I said. This was a pointless conversation because there was no way to go back in time and campaign for someone who wasn’t a power-hungry monster who ruled with estrogen and an iron fist. “I just wish someone had opposed her last year. They probably would’ve won.”
Drew stood abruptly and began walking around pensively, like he was more frustrated than I was at the whole situation. I figured most of his emotion had more to do with being bored in a library while I typed and less to do with his actual concern for me getting back into the house. Unless…
“Wait,” I said. “You want me to move back into the sorority