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Not really. But he nodded.
She pulled the trig book out of her backpack.
Gabriel stared at it, hating that a rectangle of pages glued together could cause such stress. “You’re not going to give me the tour?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You want the tour?”
He shrugged and tried to look expectant.
She shrugged and pushed out of the chair.
The entire house looked like they’d broken into a museum exhibit. Doors whispered open against the carpeting. He only spotted one television, a huge big screen that took up half the wall of one room but even there, it wasn’t the kind of place where you’d want to kick back and watch the game. It felt like someone had put a TV in there according to a mansion instruction manual. Living room: bay window, white carpeting, white sofa, silver big screen. Even Layne’s dad’s “office” didn’t have a piece of paper out of place.
No photographs on the first floor. Anywhere.
Layne narrated the room titles like a bored tour guide, her voice dispassionate.
“You don’t like your house?” he finally said.
“I’m trying to figure out why you care.” She glanced over her shoulder at him as they started up the stairs. “Or are you just stalling?”
“Yes.”
She stopped halfway up, turning to look at him. “At least you admitted it.”
Gabriel was one step behind her, and it put them on eye level.
“I’m trying to figure out how a girl like you could come out of a house like this.”
He watched the fire spark in her eyes, and he held a hand up.
“That’s not an insult.”
It cut her anger off at the knees; he could tell. She shut her mouth and looked past him. “Maybe I don’t like perfect.”
“Yeah?” They were almost close enough to share breath.
“What do you like, Layne?”
She sure didn’t like being kept off balance; that was clear enough from the way she faltered and fought for words. He wondered if her cheeks would feel warm, if he could gather the nerve to touch her. She’d been so assertive in school when she’d told him off for fighting. If he touched her now, she’d probably push him down the stairs.
Then again, maybe not. Her expression was just vulnerable enough, her breathing soft and rapid. Gabriel shifted his weight, ever so slightly.
And she spun, striding up the steps. “Come on. If I let you stall too long, I’m no better than your brother.”
He’d been moving to follow her, but that made him stop on the staircase. “What does that mean?”
“It means he’s not doing you any favors by doing your homework.”
“I told you ”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s tried to help you. Screw it, turn to cheating.
Did you ever ask a teacher to help you? You know, they have special classes ”
“Are you for real?” Special classes. As if.
“Was it all about sports? Did he start helping you just so you could play on a stupid team?”
