Still
363 Words
“Are you sure what I said was right, Graciela?” Marie asked as they walked home from Paradise Heights.
“Very. Will you just forget about Paul? Dang. Chill, Ree.”
“I’m chilled. Trust me,” she lied. “Onto other things ... what do you think about Pierre Luc?”
“The transfer from France?”
“How gorgeous is he?” Marie sighed.
“He’s alright.”
“Are you kidding me?” Marie exclaimed. “Every girl in the school is head over heels for that boy.”
“Not every girl,” Graciela informs.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Every girl except you. Is that how it is?”
“Yep. That’s how it is.”
“What is wrong with you?” Marie cried. “He is sweet, respectful, and adorably gorgeous.”
“Man … if I had a dollar for every time you said gorgeous …,” Graciela joked. “What is your point?”
“You need somebody. Get a boyfriend. Hook up with him!”
“Pierre?”
“No. Count Dracula. Yes, Pierre. The boy is living proof that chivalry is not dead!” Marie shouted. “He’d be perfect for you.”
“What makes you think I’d want to go with him?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Okay. You know how you wanted to change the subject earlier?”
“Yeah,” Marie remembered.
“Well, I want to change it now.”
“Okay okay. I can respect that.”
“Thank you.”
“But I just don’t understand.”
“What’s to understand? I don’t want to get with the boy. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“I have been trying to get you somebody for years and you’ve shut down every single one. Even if you were crushing on them.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
“Oh yeah? Then why are you still by yourself? Graciela, are you holding out on me?”
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