"Hey, you okay?"
"Hm?"
"You've been brushing that same section of hair for like five minutes. It's plenty detangled, Olivia." She laughed and I looked down at the brush in my hand.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just thinking."
"About?"
"About how pissed I am at the guys."
"Oh, yeah, Jesse told me about your convo." She leaned in closer to the bathroom mirror to apply the mascara, concentration written all over her face.
"Oh, hi, Jesse, it's nice to see you again."
"Hi, Mary."
"Ollie's-"
"Hi, Jess." The moment I heard my mom open the door, I jumped up from the couch and ran towards him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards my room, not even giving him a chance to waste time talking with her.
"Is Abby coming soon?" She called when we were almost to my room.
"Nope!" I called before dragging him in behind me and shutting the door.
"Damn, I see you're feeling better."
"What's going on with Shawn?"
"What are you talking about?"
"He's being weird. Like weirder than usual. He cut school and came by earlier to talk to me and he was acting odd, like he had something to say. I figured he'd tell you since you guys have that whole dude bro connection."
"Dude bro connection?"
"Jesse!"
"Okay, relax, Olivia. Jeez." He sidestepped away from me and moved to sit at my desk. "So yeah, maybe something's going on. What did he say?"
"It's not what he said, it's how he acted. Like this morning he was super distracted and not paying attention to me at all. Then he comes here and is like, hyper focused. I let him hold my bad hand for like a second and he was being...I don't know. Off. He was acting off. What's going on with him, Jess?"
"You know, I wish you'd have asked this on the phone."
"Why?"
"Easier to avoid the question when you're not looking at me like that. You're scary, you know that?"
"Jesse..."
"Okay, fine. He's got a thing for you, and he wanted to ask you to the dance." My eyes widened.
"God, Jesse, please tell me you didn't tell him to ask me to the dance."
"I didn't tell him to ask you to the dance." I sighed in relief and I leaned against my door. . "But I didn't tell him not to, either." I straightened up and took a couple of steps forward.
"Why wouldn't you tell him not to?"
"Because I think you would like to go with him."
"Ha! Did you forget the fact that I'm not going to the dance? I'm working the dance! I've got a bunch of banners out in my garage drying to be delivered for the art club's contribution to the decorating committee and I'm in charge of photography club's Photo Booth."
"Okay, well, all that aside, tell me why you couldn't save him a dance?"
"Because I don't want to."
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