so you move ever so gently, so as not to rip the fabric, but it’s already worn and stretched. I considered his proposal. Later that day, he elaborated on what he meant by embarrassing.
“Nude.” He said it with a snicker.
“Are you serious?” I asked him, “How?”
“Don’t you share a room?”
“Yeah, so? I don’t pull out my phone while we get into pj’s, Bobby. Weirdo.”
I realized how messed up his request had been. He could not have possibly been serious. He didn’t actually want a naked picture of my twin sister? Was it also a compliment to me?
The next day, Bobby walked out of math class beside me.
“So,” he whispered in my ear and his hot breath wavered between us. I curled my hair behind my left ear and moved it slightly from his lips.
“So, math was confusing, as usual,” I tried to divert him.
We reached the end of the hallway where we had to go into the stairwell and where I knew we’d be alone.
“So what about those pictures of Simona?” He was holding my hand gently now, and he pulled