Motorcycle Girl

Chapter 22: Weak Knees

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Chapter 22: Weak Knees

Odeletta

"Why don't you do it?" Harper asks, pulling a beer from my fridge and popping off the tab.

I scowl at the thought.

"No."

"Why?" She asks. "He was the one who asked you on the date...and the five dates following that."

"I am not doing it." I say simply, opening the fridge to grab for a beer myself, but I find it empty.

She took the last one.

With a sigh, I hop on my kitchen counter.

We went home after Julian's high school graduation and we have been home for two weeks.

Without classes to make me see Nathan, I have not seen him once in two weeks.

Two freaking weeks.

He said he works a lot, but I think that is a load of shit. We call all the time but he never asks to see me.

I want him to ask me to be his girlfriend. I mean, it has been like three months since we started dating.

But he has not. He has not even asked me to hang out.

"Why won't you do it?" Harper presses.

"Do you know he has never come to my house? He has never walked up to that door and knocked. I could live in a house with walls covered in knives, and he would not know."

She grimaces.

"Odette, if you lived in a house with a wall of knives...I don't think he would be that surprised. Besides, he picked you up every day in the snow. Did he really never come inside?"

A scowl takes over my face as I shake my head to her last question. "It has been two weeks. He has not asked to see me, yet the dates are good, so are they only good to me? Why has he not asked me out again? Why has he not asked me to be his girlfriend? Does he only talk to me so I can help him in French?"

"Why don't you...I dunno, stop me if I'm wrong-ask him yourself?" She says sarcastically. I scowl again.

"I will not."

"You're not angry?" Harper asks me quizzically.

"Oh, I am pissed. Was I just a fuck to him?"

"No." She says. "If you were, you wouldn't have gone on dates. You know, speaking of dates, did you know Mason and Brenda's three year anniversary is coming up?"

I stare at her.

"Obsédé." I mutter.

"What?" She asks.

"Obsessed." I say in English. "You are obsessed."

"I'm not obsessed." She scoffs.

"With Mason." I nod. "Which is why you hate Brenda."

She scowls.

"Everyone hates Brenda. She's so annoying. Nathan hates her."

"Nathan hates her because she has a high voice and is always nagging him about being single. Maybe Brenda can push him to ask me to be his petite amie."

Her faces screws up in confusion.

"What the hell is that?"

I stare at her.