The Sterling Theory

7

Megan would never come over unless she missed school and she wanted to copy my notes.

It was awkward as it was to have a girl in my room at my age. Things got even more awkward when my mom decided that Megan and I were perfect for each other and it was a good thing that I didn't have to 'look far'.

We didn't speak for a while and I could just feel her staring at me as I tried to hide the book I borrowed from Goth Gillian. When the silence got unbearable, I cleared my throat.

"Okay fine!" she blurted. I waited while she tried to find the right words to say.

"It's none of my business," I finally said.

If Megan wanted to go out with someone, I really had nothing to do with it. Unless her parents ask me the you-can't-say-no favor of me tagging along with them when they go on dates.

I somehow had this feeling that he'd sneak Megan out anyway.

"Just don't be stupid," I added.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked. I shrugged as she stood up and placed both of her hands on my shoulders.

"I think I already am," she whispered, staring at my Buff Santa shirt.

Girls are like guys in many ways.

Guys think of sitting in a box and getting pushed down the stairs and hope they come out unscathed.

Girls go for guys who they know would break their hearts and hope they can laugh about it on their golden anniversary (that's 50 years.)

I woke up that night to see some figures getting on a motorcycle. Chase Marshall sure moved fast.

Brooklyn was clueless until she saw him talking with Megan the next day. Chase had a satisfied grin plastered on his face.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment.

"It's none of my business."