Stammered Love

Chapter Five|Geek Glasses

The rest of the week I didn't see the Girl At the Locker at all. Not until Thursday afternoon when I suddenly spotted her waiting for a bus.

" There she is!" I cried pointing.

"Where?' asked Brody.

"With the blonde hair?" asked Leo.

"Yes!'

"Where?"

"I see her!" said Sam

" Where?" asked Brody for a third time, but then the girl disappeared into a crowed.

"She's gone," I said with disappointment. "You missed her,"

"Dude," laughed Sam "She's got geek glasses!"

I looked at Sam "There not geek glasses," I said defensively.

"Yeah they are," said Sam, who looked completely amused.

"No they're not," I said huffily, crossing my arm's over my chest. But now that I thought about it they kind of were. They were thick and round, but only at the bottom not the top. They had a certain style to them that geek glasses did not posses.

"I think they're cool. They're hipster glasses," I said stubbornly, although I'd never imagined my dream girl to have hipster glasses either.

Sam shook his head "Okay dude, whatever,"

That was the last  time I saw the Girl At the Locker that day. Friday afternoon me, Sam and Leo all headed over to Brody's for a man night at his place.

"As long as I don't have to eat Mitza  or whatever it is you Jewish people eat," said Sam as we climbed onto the bus.

"It's Matzah," said Brody who was at the front of our line, not seeming the least bit offended, "and you won't. Ma's not home so Abe's doing the cooking, A.K.A he bought some chip's and-"

"Hot dog's?" asked Leo hopefully.

"Yuck! Na!" said Brody " I don't eat pork, remember?"

"hot dog's aren't just pork! " said Leo "You can get beef hot dogs and-"

Brody interrupted "You never know what's in hot dog's so I don't eat 'em,"

Just then a voice, like a soft and steady stream, said "Hi Brody,"

I looked around to see who had spoken and suddenly it was hard to breath. Sam and Leo both turned to look at me, eyebrow's raised. Sitting in one of the farther to the end of the bus seats, was the Girl At the Locker. Today she had a gray headband holding back her blonde hair.

"Oh hi Emmy," said Brody as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. This reply filled me with a mix of thought's. One: Brody knew the Girl At the Locker. Two: Her name was Emmy. I let the somewhat uncommon name flood over my tong as I imagined speaking it. The name fit her well. As we walked past (I was able to move only after Sam elbowed me hard) the girl smiled at Leo and Sam with slightly crooked teeth, but her eyes slid over me like I wasn't there. As I studied her, I realized something odd. Her eyes weren't green like I had thought. At least one of them wasn't. One of them was, a blazing green too, but the other was a pale gray. Something seemed to shift in my mind, like it was trying to grasp one fact and put it with another. Emmy, I thought. Two different colored eyes. I felt like these two thing's should mean something but they didn't. 

As we moved to the back of the bus Sam hissed "GAT! GAT! GAT!", which stood for the Girl At the Locker.

"What?" asked Brody as we sat down. He was still completely oblivious to what had just happened.

"That's her! GAT! The Girl At the Locker!' hissed Sam. Brody's eye's grew wide.

"That's her?" he whispered. His jaw dropped "But...," Brody sounded shocked, more shocked then I would have expected. He looked from me to Emmy, to me again.

I dragged my eyes away  from Emmy's layered blonde hair to look at Brody.

"What's the matter?' I whispered. Brody opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment Emmy glanced back at us.
Brody shook his head "I'll tell you later,"

But it wasn't until we reached Brody's street that we finally found out what it was. No sooner had Emmy clambered off the bus then Brody turned to me, eyes still huge.

"Lennon," he said "That's Emmy Clark!"