Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend Part 6

I'm skeptical. Okay, that's an understatement. There is no way this stuff is going to change anythin', though it makes sense. It's just not enough. Don't girls like big elaborate stuff?

When I asked Hayley, she shook her head like I was askin' if Santa existed. "Small and simple things are the most effective. Trust me."

Trust her. She seems to know what she's doing, but still. I want to bolt out the ASL cla.s.sroom when Quynn walks in.

"All right." Ms. Stevens says from her desk. "No talking today, strictly signing. Turn to your partners, and go at it."

A few kids stifle their laughter, dirty minds at work. I roll my eyes and they land on Hayley, who's also stifling giggles. Great, now my face is red.

So, what should we talk about today? I sign, trying not to picture me and her *going at it'.

I don't care. You pick.

I glance at Quynn who slides into her chair with a loud huff and slams her book on the desk.

Yikes. Hayley signs as she follows my gaze. She looks pretty p.i.s.sed.

I nod, and force myself to look at Hayley and what she's signing.

I know this is going to sound awful, but this is a good opportunity for you today.

What do you mean?

She smiles and waves me in close. That wave of mint chocolate soaks my nostrils, and I slurp back my drool.

You can...

The rest is way too fast for me to catch. I smile and stop her hands with mine, and mouth, "Slow, please!"

She gives me a *yikes! I'm sorry' look, then goes much slower with her signs, keeping her fingers close to mine.

You can talk to her after cla.s.s. See if she'll open up to you.

What am I supposed to say? I've never been good with comforting people. Better at making *em laugh instead.

I don't know...

Come on, Brody. You'll be fine. You talk to her all the time. And trust me, girls who are that mad, just want to tell someone to get it off their chest.

I look at Quynn again. She's tryin' to sign to her partner, but it looks like she's holding back tears. I hate seeing her like that. All I want to do is hold her.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

"Uh, Quynn?" Using the name. We're alone in the cla.s.sroom again, everyone boltin' home.

"Hmm?" She doesn't look up from her book, her eyes watery and a little red.

"A-are you okay?" Dude, I'm so bad at this. Already my palms sweat rivers.

A puff of air escapes her mouth, blowing her bangs away from her face. "No. Not really."

What do I say now? I glance at the door. Hayley peeks through the window, sticks two fingers toward her eyes then out at Quynn. Clearly a *Focus, Brody!' motion.

My eyes flash back to Quynn. She's got her hand over her face, and she's doing some kind of meditative breathing.

"Can I... Do you mind if I ask what happened?"

She drops her hand, finally lookin' me in the eyes. Her mouth opens and closes a couple times. I wait. Not goin' to push her if she doesn't want to be pushed.

"Did... did you know G-Gabe is living with... with Nicole?" A fresh wave of tears and hurt rise in her eyes.

s.h.i.t.

"Oh dude, I'm sorry." How can I make this okay? I'm not supposed to talk about douchebag brother. "But yeah, I found out the other day. I should've told you."

"No." She shakes her head, a tear finally making its way down her cheek. "It's not your fault I found out the way I did."

"Uh, how did you?" Was that too nosy?

Her mouth twitches at the corner, as if the whole thing is somewhat funny. "You're going to think I'm pathetic."

Doubtful. "I don't think I'll ever think that about you." Whoa, layin' on the cheese, but I don't care. I'm bein' honest.

She half smiles. "Well, I drive by his apartment sometimes. I don't know why I do it, but I find myself down that street a lot."

"That's not pathetic." *Cause it's not. I do the same thing to... uh, other people. "You saw her there?"

She nods, her mouth back down in a frown.

"Hey," I say, squatting down next her desk so we're kind of eye to eye, "it's goin' to be hard for a little while. But it'll be okay. I promise."

I know that's so generic, but I mean it. When someone cheats on you, it's goin' to hurt like h.e.l.l for a long time, probably the rest of your life.

She nods, and her breath hitches.

This is the part where I should touch her, hug her, or squeeze her hand or somethin', but I can't. I'm too nervous to do any of that.

Her eyes tear up, and she reaches out and pats my hand. Guess she's b.a.l.l.sy enough to touch me. "Thank you, Bro."

I nod and give her a dorky half smile as I stand upright. "Uh, no problem. Let me know if you need me. Even if it's just to talk or whatever."

Her eyes flick to the door, and I follow her gaze. Either Hayley left or she's lightning quick ducking down *cause there's no one in sight.

Before I have the chance to look back at Quynn, she's in my arms, holding tight to my neck and squeezing like she hasn't hugged another human being her whole life and she's been dying to.

She's never touched me like this. Always been those playful touches that didn't mean anythin'. And I'm tryin' to feel somethin' about this that makes it feel different than any other time she's touched me, but I can't even hug her back before she jumps away. Her face looks as hot as mine feels.

"Um, thanks again, Bro."

"Uh..." Think Brody. Find words to say. "Y-your welcome."

A sigh of relief explodes from her lips before they upturn into a smile. "Okay, well, I've got to head home. Thanks for listening."

"Uh huh."

She goes out the door, and I should've followed her. Should've walked her outside to her car. But I'm frozen in place. Not sure what to think about what just happened. *Cause if I'm bein' honest, it wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be.

"So...?" Hayley asks, falling in step with me as we walk down the hallway.

I shrug, still stunned about the unexpected hug. The hug that should've felt different, but didn't. Where did it come from anyway? I didn't do anything really.

"Come on. Tell me. It couldn't have been that bad."

"It wasn't bad." I scratch the back of my neck. "Just surprising." And weird.

Hayley stops and yanks my arm back. "Explain," she says with a wide smile on her face.

"Later," I whisper, leaning in and pointing to all the surrounding people.

She nods and zips her lips, but it doesn't wipe away the smile. My stomach twists a little bit.

"Library today?" she asks.

"How about now? Or do you have to go home first?" Why am I so anxious? I guess I could wait to talk to her about it, but in all honesty, I kind of want to spend time with her. She knows how to relax a situation. And everything in my system is so tense, I'm goin' to need someone to calm me down.

"I just want to drop off my bag. That okay?"

"Sure, I'm parked out this way." I gesture to the doors down the hall.

When we get to the Corsica, I open the door for her before getting behind the wheel. She's bouncing up and down in the seat.

"Tell me now!"

I laugh and shake my head as I start the car. "It's really nothing, Hayles." It's out before I realize I said it-a nickname. But it fits her. If she's not going to say anything about it, that's what I'm goin' to call her.

"Nothing, really?" She c.o.c.ks an eyebrow. "You look like you swallowed a gallon of way hot coffee."

Hayles it is, I guess. "I just talked to her. She was upset about my brother. I know, I know, I wasn't supposed to talk about him, but she brought him up."

"Okay..." She keeps leaning toward me. Dude, she smells real good. I think all girls do. Must be something in their genetic make-up.

"And she hugged me."

She smiles. A big huge one that stretches across her entire face. It's her smile, I'm realizin'. "Has she ever hugged you before?"

I shake my head. "Not like that, no."

"EEEP!"

Her exclamation makes me jump in my seat. "You okay there?" I laugh.

"Oh my flying monkeys, this is real good. Small things bring big results. You must've said some serious cheesy c.r.a.p to make her hug you the way she did. Not that I'm surprised of course."

She talks so fast my mind has to catch up with her.

"Okay, first off... flying monkeys?" I laugh, and she grimaces. "And second, you think it's *cause I spewed a bunch of sonnets or something?"

She giggles and rolls her eyes. "No. I'm saying you were probably very comforting. So comforting she let her guard down, even if it was just for a second." She pauses as I pull in her driveway. "I told you, you're closer than you think, with her."

Yeah, I guess I am. Either that or Quynn was giving me a *friend' hug. Maybe that's why it didn't feel like more. But I don't want to think about it that way. It happened too fast for me to overa.n.a.lyze it.

Hayley sighs before hookin' her bag over her shoulder. Before she can freak out on me, I jump out of the car and open the door for her.

"Thanks, but I'll be real quick. Wait here?"

I nod. No point in arguing. That and death-stare mom is looking out the window at us.

Hayley jogs into her house and the drapes swing shut. Some m.u.f.fled shouting rumbles the window, but is soon covered up by dog barks.

Whoa. What is going on? I kind of want to knock on the door and see if Hayley is all right, but something tells me that would p.i.s.s her off.

A few minutes later, Hayley comes running out, the dog still yappin' its mouth off behind the door she slams in its face.

"Uh, hey. I've got some stuff I gotta do here," she says forcing a smile. Not one of her smiles. Her face is a bit splotchy, her eyes puffy red. "Can I take a rain check?"

"Are you okay?" No way am I goin' to ignore this.

She nods, her fake smile getting wider. "I'm fine. Just have to do some laundry and stuff I promised my mom I would. No big deal."

I study her face. Her smile usually goes to her eyes when she's happy. I've noticed, and that's one of the best things about her. But now it's flat.

"Hayley..."

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She looks back at her house, at her mom who's back to staring at us.

"Uh, I guess."

"Hey," she says, grabbing my attention back to her eyes. "A step in the right direction today. At least I think so. You should be happy."

I should be happy. But I'm worried as s.h.i.t right now. There's no nerves or nothing rumbling through me, and I know Hayley hates being touched, but I can't help it. I pull her into my arms and hold her there.

She's so cold, but hugging her freezin' skin doesn't bother me. It feels... good. The stomach twists begin as I breathe in her hair. Hot d.a.m.n! This! This is what a hug with a girl should be like. The stuff in my chest goin' crazy and noticin' everything about the person I'm holding. The curves along her sides, her eyelashes batting against my t-shirt, the fact she's holdin' her breath, but I'm suckin' in her scent like it'll be the last thing I ever smell.

Whoa, what the h.e.l.l? This is Hayley. Not Quynn.

Hayley.

She hesitates before wrapping her arms around my torso for a split second, then she pushes away, leaving a wide s.p.a.ce between us.