Killer Queen|✔️ (Book 1)

13. Shhh! Just Go With It

November

                    
       "Did you get a call from some little boy, too?"

    That was the talk in the halls, that Monday morning. When I got to the cafeteria, I found Kiwi and some junior boy, in fits of laughter over the whole thing.
K: "Taylor! I get to homeroom this morning and everyone is freaking out about Jack. I gotta pretend like I got a call too and have no idea who it was."
T: "Yeah, I heard. Can we go in the other room and talk?"
He nodded, still trying to catch his breath and followed me into the other empty cafeteria room.

       

    I remember he had his iPod with him and I guess he sat on it, causing it to turn on and blare that Britney Spears song I'm a Slave 4 U. I never stopped teasing him about it, as I always imagined him dancing around his room to it, when he was alone.  T: "Why did you tell me Dan was weird? What does he do that makes you say that? And don't say you don't know."
K: "But I really don't know how to explain it. Just the things he does and says. He's just off; not like the other boys."
T: "I don't understand why he's lying to you, while he continues to act the same when I see him. He doesn't tell me to leave him alone and he doesn't tell you to leave him alone about me. He never just says no. I'm throwing myself at him and he's not budging."
K: "That's where the weirdness comes in."
T: "Tell him you'll pay him to answer me."
K: "I'm not giving that kid my money!"
T: "I'll use mine, just tell him."
K: "Are you crazy!? No, don't even answer that. You are crazy."
T: "Please? I'll be your best friend."
K: "You already are my best friend."
That struck me as odd. He had friends that he knew much better and longer than me. Friends that treated him nicer and that he had more fun with. I didn't understand how I could be his best friend. I was better than his other friends, don't get me wrong, I just wasn't sure how he'd figured that out already.
T: "Can you just do it? I listen to your Alexis saga anytime you need me. I've never told you no. This isn't a JIF commercial, Kiwi. You're not immune to doing other things just because you did one thing for me; when the job isn't even done."
K: "Why not? I haven't made a complete fool out of myself yet, today. What better time to start than the present?"

Real quick, have you seen those JIF commercials? Where the grown up always endures some type of manual labor for the kid, then the kid runs away and comes back with a shoddily made, jelly-less peanut butter sandwich; that's cut all crooked and shit. The kid always has this triumphant smile like they did something all extraordinary. I'd throw that sandwich in their face, shove the plate down their pants and be like, "Go make me a steak, bitch. You see all the shit I'm doin' for you?"
I just needed to get that out.

     The bell rang. I can't believe he agreed to say something so silly, but back then I thought it was serious as a heart attack. I was going to smash open my piggy bank for that kid. If that's not love, then I don't know what is. We headed back into the other room, as everyone filled in the choir seats. I saw Dan sitting in the first row. He propped his feet up on the piano bench, as he smiled and nodded to every girl that walked by. I stopped in my tracks, paralyzed with rage. He could sit there and play Don Juan Rico Suavè to all those girls, who weren't even cute bee tee dubs, but he couldn't talk to me over a computer? I vowed to break him. Like a criminal locked in prison, I would eventually get him to confess his wrong doings and motives.