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“That ain’t lipstick. I ate a cherry popsicle earlier.”
“Harley, you ain’t foolin’ anyone but yourself.”
“I just wanna embarrass him like he embarrassed me.”
“I think there’s more to it than that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, Harley. You tell me.”
“I did tell you. What more do ya want me to say?”
“The truth.”
“Which is?”
“I don’t know, Harley. You tell me,” he repeated in a much different tone.
“What’s with the ‘tude?”
“I don’t like seein’ you fussin’ over a jackass. He ain’t worth it.”
“I ain’t fussin’ over him.”
“He’s all you’ve talked ‘bout all weekend.”
“That’s only cuz he pissed me off.”
“He always pisses you off, but you never talk ‘bout him this much.”
“Cash, my whole literature class thinks I got my period Friday. It’s a little traumatizin’, don’t ya think?”
“Since when do ya care what people think ‘bout you?”
“Since they think I was bleedin’ out of my fruity tooty!”
Shiloh started laughin’.
“It ain’t funny, girl.”
“You’re right. It wasn’t funny then, but it’s kinda funny now.”
“Oh really? Was it funny when Trigger was sniffin’ around your fruity tooty?”
“Ugh, gross. I can’t stand him.”
I looked over at Cash who was now strummin’ on his guitar.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, catchin’ my dumbfounded gaze. “I stopped listenin’ when you started talkin’ ‘bout bleedin’.”
Shiloh and I laughed.
Boys.
They can kill spiders, but the second you talk about girly things, they’re out like a trout.
“If you’re worried I now love Jackson back or somethin’, you’re wrong. I don’t even like him, Cash. You should know that more than anyone.”
