The Lily

Day 10 (my room me and Lily)

I stared at her for a moment. She turned around to me with a book in her hand.
"You're reading the Comte of Monte Cristo?" She asked.
"Uh, yeah, I read it a few years ago..." I said.
"D'you like it? It's probably my favorite book." She went on.
"It was, like, a bit hard to get into, but worth it."
"I read it in French." She said.
"How the fuck do you read French?"
"I lived there 5 years with my mom. My parents were separated and I chose my mom while Marina stayed with Dad."

I still staring at her, because 1. a girl that wasn't my sister was in my room and 2. she looks fucking amazing whereas I 3. am in a towel and look skinny af and ugly and omg.

"D'you mind if I get dressed?" I ask.
"Not at all. I'll go in the bathroom."

I dressed hurriedly and looked at myself in my full length mirror on my wardrobe. I passed my hand trough my dark and short brown hair to make it look a bit more acceptable.
I told her she could come out and she sat down on the bed again.

"So..." I started. "What did you want to say to me?"
"Well, how can I say this... I guess Marina still likes you? She asked me to ask you how you felt about that."
I look at her for a moment, confused.
"Marina said I had mushrooms on my dick." I say.
"Wasn't that true?" she sniggers.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Well if Marina still likes me I'd like for her to actually talk to me." I say in what I didn't realize was an accusing tone.
"Is it really my fault that she like a fucking awkward guy? You're totally not Marina's type. Or anybody's. I dorm see why she bothers."
All her words sting like venom. I look helplessly ahead of me for some time and then get up to leave.