The Thing About Reece Finley

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                Evelynn Kramzer

        I walked out to the parking lot, my mind replaying everything that had happened just now. “Jerk,” I muttered, then kicked a rock which was just lying on the ground, which I admit wasn’t my brightest idea ever; it hurt.

        I resisted the urge to curse, and heard someone laugh.

        Not again.

        Turning to my right, I saw the familiar mop of curly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes who, as usual, was laughing his head off. At me. “Shut up, Aiden.”

He just laughed, and said: “Kelsey left for her dance studio, as usual. Anyways, I take it that you didn’t find your notebook?” He asked, trying to stifle a laugh. I got into the car then slammed the door, and Aiden started to drive. Kelsey wasn’t just a pretty face, she was also one of the best dancers in the state, and she won almost every single competition she joined, always getting either first, or second.

        “Actually, I kind of did.”

        “Then why the hell did you assault the rock just now?” He asked, amusement clear in his voice.

        “Apparently, this guy named Reece found it on the floor and now he refuses to give it to me.” I answered, frowning. He froze, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded strained.

        “Reece? You mean Reece Finley?” The disbelief and distaste was clear in his voice, and I felt curiosity bubble up.

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing.” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his voice and face both a mask of fake nonchalance.

        “It’s obviously not ‘nothing’ if you’re trying to crush the steering wheel with your bare hands like Bella crushed the rock when she first turned into a vampire.” Aiden groaned.

        “Are you serious? I am nothing like that stupid chick in Twilight!”

        “Hey! Don’t hate on her just because you don’t have enough strength to actually crush the steering wheel!”

        “That is not the reason I dislike her. Just, how can she even think about liking the sparkly vampire?” I laughed at his horrified expression, then said smugly:

        “So you have watched Twilight!”

        He blushed, then quickly replied in protest; “No I haven’t! My sister just used to be obsessed with it when she was younger.” I laughed, and then realized that we had drifted away from our original topic.

        “Wait, are you trying to change the topic? ‘Cause it won’t work.”

        He was silent for a while, and we just drove. Finally, as he stopped in front of my house, he said: “I’ll tell you about it some other time. We’re here now, get off!” I opened the door grinning.

        “On it. Gosh, you make me feel so loved sometimes, Aids.”

        He made a face of horror, scrunching his nose and frowning. “Don’t call me that. And, well, what can I say? I’m just talented that way.” I rolled my eyes at that, and got out of the car.

        “Why not? It fits you, quite a lot, actually.” He grimaced, then waved as I slammed the door. “Bye Aids!”

        “Bye, Eve. Don’t forget about the party!”