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“Oh please. I’m sure the majority of them our age wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway.” I start giggling. So does Iris.
“You never did tell me who you’re interested in,” Iris says once the giggling has subsided. “Let me take a guess.”
“No.”
“It’s Kody.”
I send her an incredulous look. “Kody? No.”
“He’s not bad looking.”
“True.”
“He’s on the football team.”
“I don’t consider that important criteria for me to be interested in a guy.” Ooh, I sound snotty but seriously. I don’t give a crap about the football team. Not like every other girl at our school who has become suddenly enamored with the team members and the supposed status it brings them. I find it all silly.
He’s nice.
“He ate his boogers in the third grade.” I turn to face her. “The third grade. We were eight. Nine. Whatever. That’s way too old.”
Iris is laughing again and so am I. “This is the problem with going to school with the same people for so long.”
There are plenty of people who attend Lancaster Prep that we didn’t go to elementary school with, but there are also so many who we grew up with and we know all of these odd little details that sort of ruin any illusion we might have about them. It’s a blessing and a curse.
More like a curse.
“Wait a minute. I know who it is.” Iris snaps her fingers, a sly smile curling her lips. “Rhett Bennett.”
I’m blushing almost immediately. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, and yes, Iris notices.
“No, it’s not him.”
“Why are you lying to me? We’re best friends, Willow. We tell each other everything. Are you telling me you have a crush on him now?” My cheeks grow hotter and she points at me, doing a little dance as she hops over the discarded clothing on the floor while on her way back to the vanity. “He’s gorgeous.”
“You think he’s a bad choice though.” My protest is weak. The only reason I’m bringing this up is because I want to beat her to the punch. She’s mentioned to me before all of his flaws and I don’t want to hear them again. I seriously don’t need the reminder.
“If he’s your choice, then I won’t knock him. I promise.” Her expression is solemn as she settles back into her chair and resumes putting on her makeup. “He’ll be there tonight.”
“I know.”
“You’re excited to see him?”
“I don’t know how to feel about him,” I answer truthfully. “I don’t even know if I actually like him.”
“Why do you say it like that?”
“How I feel about him is so confusing. Like … I can’t deny he’s attractive. His face. His body.”
“Ooh,” Iris starts, but I silence her with a look.
“But then he opens his mouth and says things that are both appealing and … kind of awful,” I admit.
“You really think so?”
“Oh definitely,” I say with a nod. “He can be charming but also a little … crude.”
“Do you think he’s interested in you?” Iris asks.
