Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend Part 15

"What is it?"

I look through the basket again before I yell back up the stairs. "You seen my blue shirt?"

"You have a lot of blue shirts, hun."

Ugh. "You know the long sleeved one with the writing on the arm?"

She doesn't yell back, but I hear her footsteps move to the laundry room and the dryer door swing open.

"It's up here!"

"Will you toss it down?"

I wait to hear the soft thud on the floor outside my room before going out there. Yeah, Mom's not catchin' me half naked.

Normally I wouldn't care about what kind of shirt I'm wearin', but tonight... yeah, first date with the girl I like and her first date period. Better do my best to look like I care while lookin' like I don't care.

It's harder than it sounds.

The doorbell rings just as I'm tuggin' my belt on. If that girl came here instead of lettin' me pick her up, I'm gonna- "Quynn!"

Ah h.e.l.l.

"Hi Terri." Quynn's voice hits me in the stomach. I'm goin' to c.r.a.p myself. What is she doin' here?

"Come in, come in."

Their footsteps go right to the living room and then the couch creaks as they sit. I take out my cell. d.a.m.n it, I'm already runnin' late. Maybe I can crawl out my window.

"Is Brody here?"

In the words of Hayley... how freakin' p.o.o.ptastic! How did I s.p.a.ce Quynn was planning on seein' me tonight? Oh that's right, I've been Hayley obsessed. And now I'm stuck. Gotta bail on Quynn... yeah, she said she was comin' over to see Mom, and even though it sounds c.o.c.ky as h.e.l.l, I know she's here to see me too.

Cell's still in my hand, and I fumble around the keyboard as I try to type Hayles a quick text.

Sry I'm late. I'm comin' I promise. Don't u dare start walkin' over here. I'll text u when I'm close.

Yeah, the last thing I need is for Hayles to show up and see me, Mom, and Quynn talkin' like it's some sort of messed up book club or somethin'. The image makes my palms sweat.

It's so lame.

"Hey, Quynn's here. Come talk with us."

Yeah, lame isn't a strong enough word.

"I can't." d.a.m.n it, I just snapped at my mom. Now she'll know- "What's wrong?"

I sigh. "Nothin'. I'm running late."

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

Tucking my wallet into my back pocket, I try to walk past her, but she blocks me, crossing her arms over her waist in that *Don't talk to me that way' mother stance.

"Brody, you tell me what's going on right now, or you're not going anywhere."

Ugh. I don't talk girls with Mom. She's biased. She doesn't say it out loud, but I know she wants Quynn and me to...

Yeah, I don't talk girls with Mom.

But I'm honest with my parents.

"I've got a date."

Her arms drop. "Oh."

Yeah, that's all she says.

"Can you tell Quynn I'm sorry, and I'll see her in school?"

Her lips purse together for a second before she says, "You can tell her yourself. You have to walk past her anyway."

She turns to head upstairs, but pauses, hand resting on the handrail. "Is it Hayley?"

I sigh again. Mom's more observant than I thought. And I have been spendin' a lot of time with Hayles lately. "It's her birthday."

"Oh, okay." Her voice turns upbeat and her smile goes back on her face. I wish that didn't bug me, but it does. What if it wasn't Hayles' birthday? Why does she care so much about who I decide to date?

Guess I should rephrase. Why does she care so much that I want to date Hayley? I have a guess, but I don't want to even think it, *cause it'll make me sound like a big d.i.c.k.

"Tell her I say Happy Birthday."

"I will." I reach over and grab my set of car keys off my dresser. "You okay if I...?"

"Yup, just be careful. And put some gas in it when you're done."

Yeah, I'll have to do that anyway since I'm sure Mom left it on fumes.

I nod, and we both head upstairs, my heart going faster with each step. I don't want to see Quynn's face or smell her citrusy and girly scent. It'll just confuse the c.r.a.p out of me, and I don't want all that before I'm with Hayles.

Tonight has to be perfect for her, and I won't think about another girl on our first date together. Hayles deserves more than that.

Ugh, am I the right person to do this for her?

"Hey, Brody!"

"Oof!" For a tiny girl, she sure has a lot of force behind her hugs.

Wait... another hug. She's gettin' a lot more touchy feely with me. Is it all *cause of those two days I actually used those pointers Hayles gave me?

She pulls back, her face burning red as she tucks the loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Sorry, it feels like I haven't seen you in forever."

I chuckle. It comes out kind of shaky and dorky. "I saw you yesterday."

"Yeah, but we didn't talk. You were... busy."

Awkward. Especially with Mom standing right here.

"Yeah, sorry. Been... preoccupied."

Understatement. I've been obsessed. Followin' Hayley around tryin' to figure out what she likes so I can make this date good for her.

Quynn nods, grabs my hand and pulls me to the couch. I'm a douche, because I whip my hand from hers so hard, I can see it hurt her feelings.

"Sorry, I-I can't stay and talk. Got a..." Why is the word not coming out? Say it, Brody. D-A-T-E. It's not hard.

"Got plans tonight."

Yup, you're a douche.

"Oh that's right. Friday night is game night." She taps her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Totally forgot."

I should correct her. Mom walked out of the room, and I hear the blender going for whatever frilly drinks she's makin' for the two of them.

I shouldn't lie.

But I do.

"Yup, so I gotta run." I stand, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. "See ya, later?"

She gives me a big smile and nods. "Have fun."

And I bolt out the door before I make more of an a.s.s of myself.

I hate this. This isn't how tonight was supposed to start. I've got a date with the most freakin' awesome girl, and then Quynn shows up, messin' with my head. Why is it so hard to tell her I'm with someone else?

Well, I'm not really with Hayley... but I want to be.

I kick the potted plant that has long ago died, knocking all the dirt and dead leaves on the lawn.

"What's up your a.s.s?"

It's as if G.o.d knew I needed a punchin' bag. Either that, or He thinks He's real funny. Gabe takes a puff of his... nope that ain't a cigarette, as he leans against Mom's car.

"What are you doin' here?"

He shrugs and takes another drag, coughing before he talks. "Waitin' for Mark to get home."

Oh, so he's waitin' to get the snot beat out of him. Not that Dad would do that, but Dad's the only person who hasn't said one word to Gabe since the whole cheatin' on his girl, movin' out, and quittin' his job thing.

And smokin' pot isn't going to help anything. He's such an idiot.

"Well, move. I gotta go."

He doesn't.

"You're leavin'?" He pauses to puff. "Thought you'd stay to get some action with my ex."

My teeth snap shut, and I'm holding in all the crazy stuff goin' on in my chest. "It's not like that," I growl. "I'm not like you and Dad, who'll just bang anybody with more money than who they're with."

I know I hit a sore spot, but I don't give a d.a.m.n. Bringing up biological Daddy might knock some sense into my brother's empty head.

But he just throws me a smirk.

"You know, you think I'm the bad guy, but if you just get your head out of your a.s.s for a second, you'd get it. Why I did what I did."

Whose head is in whose a.s.s?

"Move."

He shrugs again and steps away from the car. We don't say a word as I get in and start the engine. Good. I don't want any conversation with my douchebag brother to ruin this night with Hayles.

I'm ready to pull out, but Gabe sticks his face in the window. The weed smell is going to make me blow chunks all over his stupid grin.

"Have fun with the wide load."

h.e.l.l no.

I'm not even thinking. Don't care that I'm not thinking. The door swings open with so much force it knocks Gabe flat on his b.u.t.t. Don't know how I get there, but I'm on top of him, punching his d.a.m.n nose into his d.a.m.n skull.

There's a sick satisfaction to beating the s.h.i.t out of my brother. Knowing I can is good, but everythin' bothering me gets unleashed on him. Blow after blow, they sabotage my head and explode onto Gabe's dumba.s.s face. The stupid obsession I have over Quynn, the way I feel about Hayles and no one understanding why, including Hayley herself, what he did to our family, and just how stupid he is and how stupid I am for actin' just like him. Dragging around two girls because I can't make up my mind.

It's then as I put another knuckle in his mouth that I catch a glimpse of the tatt I've got on my wrist. The one I got right after Gabe ran out. And even though I was supposed to help put Quynn back together, I wanted to put her back together, I was the one who fell apart. And she picked me up, dusted me off, and I...

Fell for another girl.

My arm stops mid-punch, and I stare into Gabe's face which is now so b.l.o.o.d.y and swollen, I can barely tell he's still smirking underneath it all.

"Brody?" Mom's voice feels like a thousand jagged knives in my back. "G-Gabe?"

I know I shouldn't look, but I do. My eyes flick to her and Quynn, standing on the porch, both with the same expression on their faces.

I gotta get out of here.

Shaking, I shove off my brother and dive in the car. The tires squeal as I full throttle it down the road.