I Meet the Mutt [CURRENTLY BEING EDITED]

3 | A Let's Play on Josh

"So here's what we've got," Emma began, sliding into her seat. We sat at a table at the very back, next to the trashcans, which is about as cliche as you can get in a high school story. The trick is, of course, that everyone at some point needs to throw someone out. If you need any healthy stalking, sitting by those trashcans do you the deed.

And oh, come on, don't give me that look. The trash doesn't actually smell bad, not when the food's so fresh. 

Logan nodded to her. "We know that Josh has several interests. One being girls. He's been with, like, half the school. The second is photography. Guy doesn't say it outright but just look at his feed, damn it. It's so aesthetic." 

He shoved his phone in front of me, with Josh's Instagram account shown. From a mere glance, it looked like every other fuckboy's Instagram. You got the selfie at some kind of sports game, the mirror flash picture, and the one grunge picture of a silhouette leaning against a wall, which contained a very stereotypically cryptic caption. Something about life; I didn't care much to pay attention.

However, the more I looked into his posts, the more intrigued I became. It was clear that his photos were of really good quality. iPhones and Samsungs have really improved camera quality, but I could tell that they were taken by professional cameras. Or he just bought lenses and put them on his phone. And the angles of the shots were pretty damn good.

Don't ask why I'm such a photography freak. I took a few classes when Victoria was into it a while back. 

His captions were always pretty subtle and hinting at something, meaning I had to read into his words. Interpret what he was trying to say. Except he's also Joshua Robertson, so that makes you wonder if he's trying to say something else at all. Being popular and all, he should be plastic. No personality.

It was clear, though, that he did have something. Something different. If he was just like any other ordinary guy, he wouldn't have enamored Victoria like he did. She's got hella high standards. When we actually talked, we used to discuss our expectations for guys we liked. She always had flings with the attractive boys, but they meant nothing to her or to them. 

And if I was being honest, Josh was as ordinary as ordinary can get. He wasn't hot or especially cute to me. He was just decently good-looking. He dressed like everyone else, his personality didn't appear astounding, and he was, like, the same height as Logan. Contrary to popular belief, not all the jocks and cute folk are six foot. In fact, a lot of them are very short, due to delayed puberty. Tough life. 

"Wow," I said, handing the phone back to Logan. 

"Right? He makes me feel bad about my feed." He pouted, the big baby he is. I patted him on the shoulder. 

"It's okay, Logan. It's okay."

Ian glanced between us. "What are we thinking? How do we get him to notice you?"

"I suggest makeover," Emma piped up. 

Glaring at her, I replied, "That is the most insulting thing you could ever do to me. It's so cliche, too! I'm not changing my looks for some guy. If anything, let's make me as ugly as possible. That's how we know he has a good personality. Josh doesn't talk to me because I'm not hot, then we know he's a douche."

Logan frowned. "Does it matter if he's a douche, though? Wouldn't that make everything better?"

"Of course," I scoffed. "I just want to get a feel on what this dude's like." I sat down and stole a fry from Ian thoughtfully. Josh was turning out harder to read than I thought. Seemed like he had layers, or something like that. Maybe he just enjoyed being mysterious.