How to Ruin Series Part 124

I whip my head around and glare at him.

"b.o.o.bage? Jeez, Kyle, do you make these words up?"

He puts his hands up in question.

"You'd rather I said t.i.ts?"

"Shut up," I say before opening my trig book and sticking my head in it. I swear, if he keeps staring at my chest I'm going to make sure he can't pa.s.s the ball at the next basketball game.

"Miss Barak, would you care to share your conversation with the rest of us?" Mr.

Hennesey barks out from the front of the room. Mr. Hennesey is the gym teacher as well as study hall monitor. Study hall policeman is more like it.

If Kyle mentions my b.o.o.bage to the rest of the room, I'm going to kill him ... along with Nathan Keener.

"Nope," I say.

"Then I suggest you both quit talking or I'll have to separate you." I wish.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Hennesey walks out of the room. As everyone knows, when a teacher walks out of the room it's an invitation to start talking. Right now I don't want to talk.

"You need a date for the Valentine's Dance?" Kyle says, loudly I might add.

I c.o.c.k my head to the side and answer sweetly, "Why? Are you asking me?" Ha!

Right back at ya. Nothing like a lowly junior putting a popular senior boy on the spot.

I'm sure everyone in the entire room hears our conversation. The snickers and looks in our direction are a clue. I think the words "Valentine's Dance" alone would turn heads. It's on everyone's mind since the posters went up last week.

"I will, if you want to do a threesome. I already asked Caroleen Connors, but I'm man enough to take you both on at once."

Kyle has the nerve to wink at me. Eww!

The guy needs a serious ego adjustment.

Mr. Hennesey walks back into the room, so I can't respond. So now I'm sitting here, seething at Kyle for being a male chauvinist pig and at Nathan for spreading rumors about me.

After study hall, I walk to social studies while plotting ways to confront the geek who moved into my building. Is he that socially inept he has to stoop to spreading rumors about me just to get attention?

"Did you see the new guy?"

I look up at my friend Raine, who has no clue my heart rate just jumped and my veins tensed at the mention of him. I look up at her with my patented sneer.

"What did I do?" Raine asks, wide- eyed.

"Nothing," I say. "Just please don't talk about Nathan Keener."

A guy's voice behind me says, "FYI, it's Nathan Greyson."

I'm left with my mouth wide open, staring at my neighbor and his oversized tortoise-rimmed gla.s.ses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

Raine says, "Nice pants," and walks away giggling.

"You and your friends really know how to throw out the welcome mat," Nathan says with a fake smile. "Private schools are a breeding ground for fake, plastic people. This school is no exception."

I don't understand this guy. He's geeky, but he's got an att.i.tude that doesn't mix with his outward appearance. "Who are you?" I ask.

"h.e.l.l if I know," he responds, and without another word walks away.

Leaving me to wonder if he's a vampire or alien in human form.

I walk into social studies and the last thing on my mind is current affairs. But Mrs. Moore is obsessed with vibrant cla.s.s discussions on the president, his policies, and making sure we all know what's going on in this great country of ours. I think the mere act of looking at the American flag brings her to tears.

When the bell rings at the end of the day, I stuff my homework in my book bag and trudge through the slush to the bus stop with Jessica, Cami, and Raine. Mitch is standing at the bus stop already, and when Jessica walks close he casually puts his arm across her shoulders. I can tell Jess is still upset he hasn't asked her to the dance.

She's as stiff as the icicles hanging from the bus stop sign.

"Seriously, Amy. Did you join a dating service to get a date for the Valentine's Dance?" Roxanne says, and laughs like a hyena giving painful birth to twins.

I really hate her. She knows it, too, because last year we almost came to blows in tennis when I b.u.mped her down from the varsity team to JV. The cheat always pretends to hyperventilate in the middle of a match she's losing so she can take a break and regroup. Nice try, Roxy. I still beat your b.u.t.t.

"She's got a boyfriend," Jessica chimes in while rolling her eyes. "Leave her alone, Roxanne."

I want to cheer Go Jessica Go! , but don't. Jessica doesn't reveal the fact that I signed my dad up on PJSN because she knows it would embarra.s.s me. One of these days Roxanne is going to find herself banned from the bus stop if her mouth keeps running like diarrhea.

Unfortunately, we have to wait ten more minutes for the bus to come. We all live on the Gold Coast and have to take public transportation to school. It doesn't make sense to have a car when you live and go to school in the city. So we're at the mercy of the Chicago Transit Authority. It's cool during the summer and spring, but when snow dumps itself on Chicago it can get pretty rough. We ususally wait inside the school until the last possible minute, then trudge outside and freeze our b.u.t.ts off until the bus stops and opens its doors.

As if standing next to Roxanne wasn't bad enough, Nathan comes sidling up the sidewalk and stands with us. He's got his iPod headphones in his ears, highlighting that he doesn't care to start conversations with fake, plastic people. Kyle kind of nods his head in acknowledgment of him.

Nathan nods back, then pushes his gla.s.ses up again. Someone should clue him in that they sell non-slip gla.s.ses now.

The bus turns down the street. Relief time! I'm the first one on, ready to get out of Roxanne and Nathan's sight even if it's for ten seconds. I head to the back of the bus where we hang until our stop. Jess and Mitch-"the couple"-sit across from me.

Cami and Raine sit together, so do Kyle and Roxanne. That leaves Nathan and me, the singles.

Nathan doesn't even contemplate sitting next to me as he and his headphones plop themselves down onto a bench in the front of the bus. He makes it very clear he doesn't consider himself one of us.

I have no clue why this irks me so much.

Maybe it's because he insulted my school and my friends. And me.

Whatever. I don't care what Nathan Keener Greyson thinks about me. I have my own friends and boyfriend, even if he does live halfway around the globe.

Ugh. I miss Avi, especially at times like these when I need someone just to ramble to. Jess has been depressed lately-I have no clue if it's really about Mitch or if something else is bugging her. She won't open up to me.

Cami is studiously doing her homework so she has less to do when she gets home.

And Raine is just the opposite, concentrating on putting her lip-gloss on to keep it fresh. She doesn't give a c.r.a.p about homework. In fact, I bet she probably has her mom do it for her.

Roxanne is flirting with Kyle. Maybe she's moving on to someone who doesn't have a girlfriend. I wonder if she knows he's going to the Valentine's Dance with Caroleen Connors. Probably not by the way she's leaning into him and touching him as if he's her property. I swear, Kyle just eats up the attention. But thank G.o.d he's focused on her b.o.o.bage now instead of mine.

The bus stops on the corner of Dearborn and Superior, where I get off. Of course Nathan gets off the bus, too, and we walk into our building together. Elevators are a strange place to begin with. The creaky sounds and rattling of the doors can put anyone on edge. But when you're in the elevator with someone you don't particularly like, the place can make even a non-claustrophobe feel like they're stuck in a coffin.

I'm on one side of the elevator; Nathan is on the other. He still has his iPod earbuds in his ears, but I have no clue if there's music playing in them. I almost want to say something to test him. I know people who pretend they're listening to music but are really eavesdropping on conversations when others think they can't hear.

"I'm not plastic," I say to him. "Or fake."

No reaction, except for a little twitch of his jaw. And his breathing halted, just for a millimeter of a second.

It's true. I'm as real as they get, no holds barred. My dad says sometimes it's a good trait, and sometimes it's a horrible one.

We finally reach the fortieth floor.

"Check ya later, Barbie," Nathan mumbles.

Did I just hear right?

Barbie? Um ... that's not gonna fly with me. No way, no how.

I stop dead in my tracks and turn around.

"What did you call me?" I ask.

I should have known the guy would ignore me. Ignoring is apparently Nathan's specialty.

Inside my condo, Mutt greets me with a pounce and a germ-infested lick. Most people say that a dog's mouth is cleaner than a person's mouth. But most people haven't tested my dog's mouth. He licks too many private parts to be considered clean by anyone's standards.

I look up when Mutt runs over to his leash. To my surprise, my dad is sitting at the dining room table.

"You get fired?" I ask.

My dad looks up. "No. Just wanted to be here when you got home."

That's a first. "Why?"

My dad's attention is taken by Mutt, holding the leash in his mouth and wagging his tail around like a lance. "Let's talk about it after you take Mutt out."

This doesn't sound too good. "Tell me now."

"He's going to have an accident on the floor if you don't take him."

"I'm going to freak out if you don't tell me. What's worse?"

My dad takes a deep breath and says, "I'm new at being a fadder, but I have to try my best. You used my credit card without my permission. You signed me up for a dating service without my permission. That six-month membership is costing me over three hundred dollars."

That about sums it up. "I said I was sorry."

"This time, Amy, sorry isn't good enough."

Now I'm starting to panic. Does he want me to leave and go live with my mom and her hyper-allergic husband? There's no way they'll let me keep Mutt in their pristine suburban house with the new baby coming. And will I have to start a new school with kids I don't know? High school is tough enough without being the new kid, and I'm not going to think about Nathan right now because he doesn't deserve my sympathy.

"I'll do anything, Aba. Please don't send me away."

My dad stands. I can tell he's going to break the bad news right now and I wince.

"I'm not going to send you away, sweetheart."

"You're not?"

"No. I got you a job."

7.

Moses had incredible negotiation skills.

He made G.o.d, The #1 Top Guy , change his mind about destroying all of the Jewish people (Exodus 32:13).

If that doesn't prove anyone can change the course of their life, nothing will. I wish I had Moses's negotiation skills when dealing with my dad.

"Amy, what are you doing here so early?

Conversion cla.s.s doesn't start for another ten minutes."

I'm standing in the doorway of Rabbi Gla.s.sman's office at Temple Beit Chaverim. The rabbi is reading over papers while he rubs his gray and black beard.

"I need to talk to someone," I tell him.

Putting his papers aside, Rabbi Gla.s.sman motions for me to sit at the chair opposite his desk. "I'm always here to listen if someone needs an ear. That's my job."

"Listening to people complain?"

"Among other things," he says with a smile, then leans back in his large cushioned chair. "What's on your mind?"

Lots of stuff, but I'm going to pick out the top one bugging me. "I got in trouble."

"With the law?" he prompts.

"With my dad. I took his credit card without his permission and now he wants me to pay him back the money I charged." I look to the rabbi, to make sure he's not keeling over in shock or shame.

"What did you charge, if I may ask?"

I put my hands up. "I know this is gonna sound weird, but it was for a good reason.