Joe continues to relay his story of confusion. As he tries to decipher what is reality and what is a dream, his entire relationship with Iris may depend on whether he can put his head back on straight.
My day started like any other. I got to school, headed to my locker. Said, “hey,” to Dee on my way down the hall, but didn’t stop for any other questions because I saw Iris’ friend, Gabby, heading straight for me. She looked like she was on a mission as she marched towards me. Her locker was only three down from mine, but she was looking straight at me.
Gabby met me at my locker and immediately started to ask me questions.
“So, how you doing, Joe? You seeing Iris later? You see a lot of her lately.”
“Uh huh,” I nodded.
“Did you know Ethan Slade asked Iris out and she turned him down?”
Apparently my answers weren’t what Gabby wanted. I was in the middle of grabbing my books when she said, “I told Iris that you were getting back together with Dee.”
My grip is solid enough to get me the nickname Sticky Fingers in basketball, but I almost dropped all of my books when I heard that.
“What? No, I’m not! Why’d you tell her that?” I almost yelled.
Gabby shrugged a dark shoulder with a fake innocent look that made me sick. She even jutted out her chest that was spilling out of her tank top. Seriously? What guy would actually fall for that? Well…
“Why’d you tell Iris that?!” I repeated. Even more angry since she tried to soften me up by acting cute.
Gabby rolled her eyes and said, “Well you are, aren’t you? Why else do you chat her up every morning? Don’t think I can’t see you two flirting -”
“I am NOT flirting with Dee! I’m just trying to be nice!” I tried whispering in case Dee was around to hear me, but it’s hard to yell and whisper at the same time. Luckily, Dee had already left for class.
Gabby shrugged her shoulder in that flirty way again.
“Well, it sure seems like you’re more than that to me. So when Iris asked me about you guys’ relationship, I had to tell her what I see every day. I can’t have you leading my best friend on,” she placed her hands on her hips that showed between her short tank and low jeans.
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