Boyfriend Points

Maya

But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear high heels, yes you
Make me so nervous, that I just can't hold your hand
Demi Lovato, Heart Attack

"Hey ugly!" I heard an all too familiar voice call from outside my bedroom door.

"What hideous?" I called back to my little brother.

"We're going to be late for school! How long does it take for you to fix your face?"

"Probably as long as it takes for you to fit that big head of yours through the doors every morning!" I yelled back.

"You know you shouldn't bother with the makeup, you're always going to look like that, Shrek."

"I could say the same about you, Megamind!"

"Daaad! Maya is calling me names again!" I heard the snitch yell before running off.

Am I proud to engage in a war of words with my twelve year old little brother? No, I am not.

Am I going to stop? Of course not.

Siblings bond in different ways. And I believe the healthiest way to show your siblings love is by calling them names. And obviously, my brother and I have nothing but love for each other.

I tried to sing along to Rihanna's 'Needed me' which blared from my iPod as I applied a bit more mascara to my lashes.

Taking Cassie's advice, I was trying my best to channel my inner bad girl Riri.

Okay, maybe not. I still felt like a scared little girl and nothing like the 'good girl gone bad' Cassie had in mind when she chose my outfit for today.

Her exact words were; 'You need to make him regret he ever dumped you - while still following the school dress code - and staying true to your own style because, there is no way you're changing for a stupid boy.'

Then she went all 'feminist Cassie' on me and we started talking about how the female nation she would establish would run on a matriarch system where men took their wives names instead and...

Anyway, we dove into my closet and picked out a white, short sleeved dress that I last wore in freshman year. It was short but still very much in regulation with our school dress code.

I wore this dress once to school and got a few whistles from some senior boys and never wore it again.

Cassie might be able to handle whatever attention that comes her way but that has never been me.

I threw on a denim jacket and a pair of sneakers. Hey, Cassie did say to 'stay true to myself'. And there was nothing more 'Maya' than a pair of cool sneakers.

I adjusted my lipgloss one more time in the mirror. I had done a winged eyeliner that Cassie had taught me to do last year. My curly hair was tied up and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I should have left it down.

Before I had time to change my mind, the door to my room swung open and Eddie came into view.

"Okay! We need to go woman! I do not want to be -" he froze and stared at me in shock. "Why do you look like a girl?"

"I am a girl!" I yelled, taking offence.

"Yeah I know but - oh, never mind! Let's go!" He yelled before grabbing my back pack for me and rushing out of my room.

I looked at my reflection again hoping I really didn't look that different. The point was to make him wish he had me but to still seem like I didn't care.