Not your Cupid

Fifteen

Fifteen; Aftermath
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"I really thought Genna was the only kid though." Angelina remarks fixing her spaghetti into her mouth.

Krista giggles as her eyes meet with mine.

I look away gulping mom's homemade potatoes. I notice Fay engage in a conversation with Shawna Park as he stands in line for his snack.

Heath is nowhere to be seen.

"You told Krista and her friends that you and Heath were related?" Fay walks up to be slamming his tray on the table.

"Well that's a nice way to say 'hi'." I mumble stabbing my fork into the potatoes.

"You seriously went out of you way to make things more complicated."

"I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing here."

No Genna, you don't know what you're doing. You're just doing what Heath tells you to. Its like he's the real Cupid here."

"Now you're just being aggressive."

"Says the girl who puts everything else before her best friend. Shawna said she saw you walk out Grub's with Heath...on a motorcycle."

"Instead of complaining, you could just say that you're jealous."

"Jealous? you're just as self centered as your dad!" He exclaims causing the whole cafeteria to turn to our direction.

I look over to Fay; His face wearing the most broken expression. He takes his tray and walks away.

I stand up from my seat and run to the only room safe enough for me.

No, not the bathroom.

I slam the door behind meknce I reach the conference room.

"I've been waiting for you." A voice startles me causing me to drop my backpack.

"Toby?"

"Look,I know we went too fast. But Genna theres this bond we both have is strong...I can feel it."

I'm pretty sure me being in the moment at big Loafa was just the meal they gave us working.

"I know Heath wouldn't like the thought of us being together...but if you really want this..." he gestures at the space between us.

"Just say the words and we can be together."

Whoa...no thank you.

"Umm...Toby I-"

"Get your hands off my sister!" Heath barges into the conference room.

Toby jumps back as I give an eye roll. "Heath it's fine, I know how to handle this..."

"Yeah, sure you do. Back off Perkins!" He shoves Toby across the table beside me.

"Heath!" I tell as he digs his fist into Toby's face.

I pull him away but he reaches for something in Toby's pocket.

"You player!" Heath yells as he raises his fist. I get hold of his arm before he makes a move. I look into his bloodshot eyes and then the recorder in his hand.

"Are you okay?" I turn to Toby as he wipes his bloody nose.

He says nothing and storms out while making eye contact with Heath.

"Breaking his nose? Are you insane?"

"That's what brother's do right?" He chuckles as I gently let go of his arm.

"Got a little bit of...um blood...right here." I point at his knuckles. "Let's get you cleaned."I reach for his arm bit he flinches. "Aren't you going to thank me?" He smirks.

"For what?"

"Saving your reputation....I knew he was no good."

"So what if a dork feels good?"

He rolls his eyes and heads for the door.