Not His Girl

I Don't Know How to Deal With That Much Stupidity

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Excuse the mistakes

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“So you want to tell me how Duke made the football team, not to mention first string?”

I shrugged as I took a sip of my steaming mug of hot chocolate, and I leaned against the kitchen island. “I honestly have no idea,” I said, “He came up to me after school on Tuesday and said that he had a tryout for the football team, and when he got home, he told me he made the team.”

“Yeah, that’s all just swell,” Olive replied, waving a hand dismissively, “but he’s been on the team for, what, three days, and now he’s the starting linebacker? How is that even possible?”

“I think he played in his old high school,” I stated, and Olive tipped her head to the side, as if thinking it over. “I don’t see what the big deal is,” I added quietly, “I mean, it’s not like him being a football player affects us, like, at all.”

“The way I see it,” Olive said as she took a sip of her Sprite, “Is that he finally stopped being a major jackass, and now, he’s thrown himself into the disgusting pit of jackassness.”

“Nice description,” I commented with a snort, and Olive tipped her head slightly in acknowledgement.

“Is that where Duke is?” Lillian asked, adding to the conversation for the first time. She was still getting over her cold, so Lillian sounded stuffed up and hoarse. “Football?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “He’s got his first football game tonight against that private catholic school from Carver.”

 “Well, what are we doing here, then?” Lillian said, throwing her hands up in the air. “We should go to the game and support him. Plus, you know how much I love football games, guys!”

“Babe,” Olive replied with a snort, “you don’t understand football in the slightest.”

“So?” Lillian quipped with a shrug. “Football involves hitting, which is pretty damn entertaining. Plus, it also involves your school’s snack bar, which serves chili made by God himself.” Olive laughed and shook her head, and Lillian grinned before looking at me. “How about it, Harper? Shall we go to the football game?”

I hesitated and frowned. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to watch Duke in the football game, because I actually liked football. I sometimes watched with my dad and Duke on Mondays, and I understood some of the rules. Also, watching those two spaz out over every call was really entertaining.

No, I didn’t want to go to the football game because I didn’t want to see all of the people. You’d think that they would get over what had happened with Justin, and whatever they thought was going on with Duke, but no. People still whispered as I walked by, I still got dirty looks, and I still wanted to crawl into a hole and hide sometimes. Thankfully, the story of my drunken kissing session with Duke had settled somewhat, so I could try and move on from that.

“What about our movie night?” I asked, nodding towards the living room. Olive and Lillian had come over for a night of crappy horror movies and popcorn, which was much more appealing than a night of me being stared at.

“Killer Klownz from Outer Space can wait a day or two,” Olive replied with a shrug.

“But I’m in my pajamas,” I protested weakly, and Lillian and Olive shared a look before rolling their eyes at me.