The Death of Me

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

            The boy that I got excited when I thought about, the guy that I had been thinking about relentlessly for the past three months is my little sister’s new boyfriend. Well, to put it kindly, this sucks.

            I kept searching my brain for things Gabby had disclosed to me late at night about “Ben,” about their first date and their first kiss and what an amazing person he was. How she told him she loves him, but… he skirted around not telling her how he felt. While I was pining over some guy I met once at a party, he was making out with my little sister.

            I always got a sick, twisting feeling in my stomach when I thought about it. I’m surprised he even remembered me. Did I even mean much to him? Probably not. I just can’t get over it. My. Little. Sister!

            I was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, when Gabby returned home three hours later. What had they been doing for three hours? Kissing? Professing their love for each other? Okay, I was seriously torturing myself like this. I needed to get over it.

            “Hey, Gab,” I greeted, my voice monotone. She landed with an oof on the couch beside me. I could feel her eyes searching my face, but I kept my gaze fixed on the T.V. screen ahead of me. What was even on? I wasn’t paying attention. My vision was blurring with images of Gabby and Jay.

            “Hill? Why were you so angry?” Well, she sure knows how to cut to the chase!

            “What do you mean?” This was me trying to avoid the inevitable.

            “You know what I mean.” And this is Gabby, seeing right through me. I hate it when she does that.

            I turned to face her, letting out a long sigh. “Nothing, Gabby, really.”

            “Come on! You were furious! You almost looked…” Jealous? Yeah, I was.

            “I was just surprised, since I already met Jay, and I didn’t know that he was Ben.” Her left eyebrow raised, making her look all sophisticated and inquisitive, and I tried to keep the steam from blowing out of my ears. She’s took my boyfriend, and she can raise one eyebrow! Well look at you, Gabby, oh my God, you are soooo cool.

            “Yeah, what is that about, anyways? You’ve met before?”

            I hesitated. How much should I confide? Would she be angry if I told her I like him? It’s not like I have a chance, anyways. This would be simpler if he were going out with a friend of mine, because at least after they broke up, we might have chance. But with my sister… after that, he wouldn’t even be an option.

            “We met at Holly’s party. We hung out. That’s all,” I said, trying to sound way more casual than I felt. I didn’t want to downgrade the situation like that. I liked him, and I thought that possibly, he liked me, too. I guess not.

            “Oh,” Gabby said, her voice small. I looked up from my fidgeting hands and saw that she looked uncomfortable, and maybe even a little… jealous? Ha! “Did you guys… do anything?”

            I wish. “No.”

            She sighed in relief, which made me want to smack her. Don’t sigh with relief! Don’t be relieved at all! You should be intimidated! Man, I’m a horrible sister.

            “I mean, if you guys had, this would’ve been really awkward,” she said, laughing nervously. Oh, it already is, little sis!