Knocking on the Ellises' door ten minutes later with the pink horn and streamers in hand, I try to put on the I-am-a-cool-motherfucker pose.
When Brittany opens the door wearing a baggy T-shirt and shorts, I'm floored.
Her pale blue eyes open wide. "Alex, what are you doing here?"
I hold out the horn and streamers.
She snatches them from my hand. "I can't believe you came here because of some prank."
"We've got some things to discuss. Besides pranks."
She swallows nervously. "I'm not feeling great, okay? Let's just talk at school." She tries to close the door.
Shit, I can't believe I'm going to do this like a stalker guy in the movies. I push open the door. "Alex, don't."
"Let me in. For a minute. Please."
She shakes her head, those angelic curls swaying back and forth across her face. "My parents don't like when I have people over."
"Are they home?"
"No." She sighs, then opens the door hesitantly.
I step inside. The house is even bigger than it looks from the outside. The walls are painted bright white, reminding me of a hospital. I swear dust wouldn't have the nerve to land on their floors or counters. The two-story foyer boasts a staircase that rivals the one I saw in , which we were forced to watch in junior high, and the floor is as shiny as water.
Brittany was right. I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.
"Well, what did you want to talk about?" she asks.
I wish her long, lean legs weren't sticking out from her shorts. They're a distraction. I look away from them, desperate to keep my wits. So what if she has sexy legs? So what if she has eyes as clear as glass marbles? So what if she can take a prank like a man and give it right back?
Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other than the fact that I want to be near her. Screw the bet.
I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I'm her knight in shining armor.
When Brittany opens the door wearing a baggy T-shirt and shorts, I'm floored.
Her pale blue eyes open wide. "Alex, what are you doing here?"
I hold out the horn and streamers.
She snatches them from my hand. "I can't believe you came here because of some prank."
"We've got some things to discuss. Besides pranks."
She swallows nervously. "I'm not feeling great, okay? Let's just talk at school." She tries to close the door.
Shit, I can't believe I'm going to do this like a stalker guy in the movies. I push open the door. "Alex, don't."
"Let me in. For a minute. Please."
She shakes her head, those angelic curls swaying back and forth across her face. "My parents don't like when I have people over."
"Are they home?"
"No." She sighs, then opens the door hesitantly.
I step inside. The house is even bigger than it looks from the outside. The walls are painted bright white, reminding me of a hospital. I swear dust wouldn't have the nerve to land on their floors or counters. The two-story foyer boasts a staircase that rivals the one I saw in , which we were forced to watch in junior high, and the floor is as shiny as water.
Brittany was right. I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.
"Well, what did you want to talk about?" she asks.
I wish her long, lean legs weren't sticking out from her shorts. They're a distraction. I look away from them, desperate to keep my wits. So what if she has sexy legs? So what if she has eyes as clear as glass marbles? So what if she can take a prank like a man and give it right back?
Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other than the fact that I want to be near her. Screw the bet.
I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I'm her knight in shining armor.
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