him to look at her and insult him all in one go.
“Dyke.” I suppose it was all he come up with; it was a cheap shot.
My sister shrugged, and walked off. She stopped to look over at us again and as she did, Bobby checked her out once more. I wanted to rip those ridiculous shoes off her feet and throw them at her.
Bobby must have noticed my outrage when he asked, “You ok?”
“She gets to me. She always thinks she’s so perfect. She gets perfect grades, and I despise her.” I was getting more personal with him than I ever had.
“Plus, she’s pretty hot.”
“You’re a pig.”
“Hey, it’s a compliment to you.”
I’m sure I blushed.
I reached up into my locker to pack my books. Bobby took this opportunity to wrap his hands around my hips and draw me close to him.
“Hurry up, Narissa! Mom needs us home to prepare supper tonight!” Simona’s voice echoed from down the hall where she stood near the exit.
“See you tomorrow,” I droned, pushing Bobby’s