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chapter fifteen

Chapter Fifteen: Boobies

"You must be my lucky star! 'Cause you shine on me wherever you are..."

Robin's narrowed stare flickered up into the rear-view mirror, making eye contact with a grinning Lydia in the back seats. (To be fair, Lydia had actually called shotgun but Robin insisted on needing the passenger side mirror to do her makeup.)

Much to Lydia's own amusement, Steve's dreadfully out of tune singing voice continued to fill the car. "I just think of you and I start to glow, and I need your light and baby you know...starlight, star bright!"

"First star I see tonight," Lydia chimed in. Robin gave her an exasperated look. Lydia and Steve carried on in harmony, bobbing their heads to the music. "Starlight, star bright! First star I see tonight" Steve rhythmically drummed his fingers against the steering wheel whilst Lydia's shoulders swayed side to side. "Starlight, star bright, yeah!"

"Seriously?" Robin grumbled, fingers reaching for the stereo. She twisted the volume button, turning it down. "It is seven in the morning. We have the stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse."

"You're worried about a pep rally?" Steve asked disbelievingly, sparing a glance at Robin as she attempted to put on her mascara. The last time Lydia had tried doing her makeup when Steve was driving she ended up with lipstick smushed against her face. Totally did not recommend. "Expect me to believe that?"

"Yeah, so?"

"We all know what this is actually about," Lydia stated.

"Yeah, we're not buying that," Steve added. "This is about Vickie."

"Absolutely not," Robin shut down, looking appalled by the insinuation.

Lydia scoffed disbelievingly. It was almost insulting that Robin had attempted to lie to their faces. "It definitely is."

"And you know what else?" Steve continued.

Robin sighed heavily. "I don't care."

"You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her," Steve said. "You just gotta be yourself."

"You're literally quoting me to me," Robin pointed out, lowering her mascara tube. "You do realize that."

"Maybe you need to listen to yourself," Steve countered. "Ever think about that? I listened. Look at me. Boom. Finally got Lydia to fall in love with me."

"I don't know," Lydia spoke teasingly. "Jury's still out on that one."

Steve's playful eyes met hers through the rear-view mirror. "Funny, that's definitely not what you were saying last night."

Lydia gave him a pointed look in response, to which he smiled. Ugh. She loved that stupid smile. She loved so much about him; the way the corners of his eyes would crinkle when he laughed, the freckles scattered like constellations on his back, even his bad singing. Lydia hadn't imagined ever being so utterly in love with somebody, let alone a boy she'd spent most of her life despising.

"Gross," Robin uttered. "Seriously, you two have got to stop being so...yuck."

Robin still hadn't quite forgiven them after an unfortunate incident a few weeks back, where she'd accidentally walked in on the couple in a slightly compromising position. All three of them vowed to wipe it from their memories, but Robin had claimed she was going to need professional help to rid the image of Steve's bare ass from her mind.

"Anyway, it's not the same thing, okay?" Robin carried on. "I ask out the wrong girl, and bam, I'm a town pariah."

"I'd buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl," Steve argued.