The Devil Wears Girl Jeans [BEING EDITED]

The Devil Wears Girl Jeans (Chapter 40)

“I ate like 4000 calories yesterday, I'm not even joking, I hate myself.” Dallas moaned, stabbing his spoon into the depths of his sundae.

“That's like an appetizer, don't sweat it.” Quinn reassured him, slamming his tray onto the table beside me. It had taken over an hour, but we had finally managed to coax him out of the house, and gotten him to the nearest Dairy Queen. He looked like death, but he couldn't exactly stay in his room all day. He'd even said it himself, living in that house full of girls was literally the same as living in an insane asylum.

We all sat in silence for a while, and I stirred my half melted Blizzard with the spoon, trying to come up with something to break the tension. Then again, what exactly can you say to cheer up someone who just found out he's adopted?

“This is too weird,” Tristan muttered, combing his fingers through his hair, “Your name isn't even Dallas. Huh. Adrian Garcia. I feel like my life is just one big lie.”

“You feel like your life is a lie? My life is an episode of Punk'd except nobody comes out to tell me it’s all a joke and it goes on forever. I think this is a little bit weirder for me than it is for you, Tristan.” he sighed, slamming his forehead down onto the tabletop.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. So what are you going to do about that? Are we all just supposed to call you Adrian now or what? Because I dont think I can do that.”

“No, dont. Please, I think I'd go crazy. I just.. I dont know. I'm so confused about everything now. Like, is my brother adopted too?”

“I doubt it, he looks too much like your mom. I mean, your adoptive mom.” I corrected quickly, and he sighed.

“I know. When I was younger, my grandma used to play this game called 'Which One Doesnt Belong?' and she would lay out like, lettuce, carrots, potatoes and a banana, and whatever, and she'd make me figure out which one was different. And, like, now I realize that I'm the banana. I dont belong.”

“That was a weird analogy.”

“Shut up, you got my point.” Dallas grumbled, flinging a spoonful of ice cream in Quinn's general direction. He dodged it, causing it to land on the tabletop behind him, which was occupied by a group of teenage girls, who all shrieked in unison.

“So what now? Are you going to go look for them? Your parents, I mean.” I asked, handing one of the girls a napkin. She smiled gratefully at me, before I noticed her gaze flicker to Tristan. I glanced over to Tristan too, and saw him smile shyly back at the girl. Great.

“I dont know, I mean, I guess so. Maybe. Its just confusing, and Im mad at them for deserting me, and its just.. I dont know. Maybe I shouldnt try and find them after all, y'know?”

“Yeah, I get what you mean, but if you think about it, maybe they ju-”

“Uhm, excuse me?” someone said quietly, and all of us whipped around to look at the slim, shy looking girl standing at the foot of the table. The same girl I'd given napkins to. The same girl who was now handing Tristan a slip of paper.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, I just... you're adorable and I though it'd be cool if we could go out sometime. I mean, as long as...” she looked at me nervously for a second, “As long as you're single.”

“Yeah, dont worry about that, Hartley isnt my girlfriend,” he said, pocketing the paper and smiling at the girl, purposely avoiding eye contact with me.

“Oh, great! I'll, uh.. I'll see you around then.” she said, and just like that she was gone, her slim figure retreating back to her table, her long brown hair swishing behind her.

“You are one lucky man, because she was hot.” Quinn said, letting out a low whistle as soon as she was out of earshot.

“Guys,” I interrupted, but they ignored me.

“She looks like a model, almost. I could see her working for Victorias Secret one day.”

“GUYS!” I yelled, more annoyed than before, and the babbling stopped immediately.

“Yes, Hartley?” Dallas said patiently, cramming another spoonful of  ice cream into his mouth.

“Okay, as I was saying, if I were you, I would look for them. But I mean, your adoptive parents obviously really love you if they kept you around for this long. Although they looked pretty pissed when we were over there, so you'll probably be in for it when you get home, but-”

“Hartley,” Dallas said, giving me a bewildered look, “Im not going home.”