Hypnotic || H.S

four

Thursdays are my favorite, my classes seem to go by faster. Daisy had her drama class practice during lunch so we didn't really see each other. Connor always sat with his earphones in tuning everyone out while drawing portraits of girls from the internet. Thursdays meant we got to have a quiet lunch, it was like we were in our own little bubbles. Connor occasionally nudged me for a sharpener or for my opinion. But today was different, Daisy ditched practice, and Connor was held up in detention.

Daisy was wearing a yellow shirt that hurt my eyes even when I wasn't looking at her. She was listening to a rock song that sound so familiar. I pulled her earbud out, "Any louder, and you'll go deaf."

She rolled her eyes, "I don't understand how Joseph likes this song." She took her other earbud out, tossing them on the table. She let out a frustrated groan as I continue to figure out the band.

"What song?" I ask placing my elbow on table, resting my chin on my knuckles. I gave her my full attention, her eyes look more blue today. She smiles shyly almost like she was embarrassed, "People Who died, by the Jim Carroll band."

I narrow my eyes down at her fingers, her index finger taps the table at a balance speed, "That's one of his favorite bands." But he hardly listens to them nowadays. His music taste is always expanding. I know daisy has had a crush on Joseph since we met, but lately she has been becoming more of a stalker. Her fascination with my brother is causing abnormal behavior. She hates any type of music that is upbeat, or usually has a long intro. She says a song can only be three minutes long, and who would want to listen to a song whose intro is half of the song. Now she always wants to sleepover when he comes to visit, when I recall she said my house was boring. When Joseph left for college she hardly came over. I knew her intentions of being my friend were not good, but I didn't mind. Joseph would never look at her that way. Joseph often made jokes about her as soon as she left our house. He always said she tries too hard.

Once we were sitting on the couch when Daisy's father picked her up. She hugged me goodbye, "See you Joseph." She said confidently to him. Joseph raised his eyebrows confused, "Did I miss something?" He asks as Daisy walks out shutting the door. I laugh kicking my feet up on the armrest of the chair, "No, why?"

Joseph fixes himself sitting straight. His shoulders slouch, "Her shorts were too short..." I look at him as he rubs his eyes, "I thought girls only show something if they have something to really show."

I gasp laughing, "Joseph you are such a jerk!" I cover my eyes. I hear him muffle a dry laugh, "I am serious sis. You say guys at your school worship her? That is nothing Lexi, trust me. I am a guy, I know what guys like."

I control my laughter I let out a giggle, "Oh really," I roll my eyes looking back at him as my head hangs on the opposite armrest, "And what is that?" I ask, Joseph may not be girl smart, but he is definitely boy smart.

His hands fold together as he leans forward, his elbows rest on his thighs, "There are three types of boys in this world. The first group of boys," he licks his lips, "are fucktards. They will literally hook up with anything that moves. They love the wild girls, the ones that don't have respect for themselves. They don't act like most girls should. For example, Daisy falls under that category." He shoots me a quick glance to see if I am still giving him my attention.

I smile, "Carry on." The fact that Joseph had this all figured out clearly shows he has no life.

He clears his throat, "Okay so the second group of guys are brought up in a good family. They are taught manners, and are often to nice. They are more mature, and usually just want to talk and get to know each other. They will respect you and most likely support you. But be careful, they are too sensitive. You can not break up with them, it'll kill them." I snicker when his eyes widen.