ble, but everyone can’t take their eyes off you.
You may think that they think of you as a rich
brat, but they just don’t want to offend you or
your family. Maybe no one gave you a second look, but maybe they were trying not to
stare. And I would sit here the rest of my life,
if that is how long it would take you to feel
better. But I do hope that it doesn’t take that
long, because I still have a lot of things that I
would like to do with you.” I smile at that last
part. “So are you going to tell me what is
bothering you, or will I have to sit here for another week to find out?” he asks, looking concerned.
“It’s my mom,” I start. “She is inviting
some rich kid and his family over to our
house this weekend, and apparently he is supposed to be my boyfriend for some publicity
or something, and I don’t even know who he
is. My mom won’t ever tell me who these
people are, and she springs them onto me all
the time. One minute she is having a ball for
me with hundreds of boys who she wants me
to get to know, and the next she has basically
hired a boyfriend for me, and the next she is
setting me up with another boy just so she can
get publicity for a new product. And I don’t
like any of these boys. They are all snotty
and puffed up, and treat me like trash. They
expect me to swoon all over them like the rest
of the girls, but I am not anything like all
those other girls. And I just don’t know what
to do,” I finish, letting out a sigh.
“Well, for one, your mother has no
right to do that to you. Second, none of those
boys should treat you like that. And third,
maybe this next guy won’t be so bad. I mean,
it’s not like he could be any worse than the
rest of them, right? And maybe he really
might be better than them. And if not, we can
hang out after class next Monday, and we can
figure out a way to make your mother stop
doing this.”
“You’d do that for me?” I ask, feeling
much better after finally telling someone
about all this, and hearing that he actually
cares.
“Yes, I would. But I have a feeling that
this next guy won’t be so bad. Although I
hope that he’s not too great, ‘cause then I
might loose you,” he adds, smiling down at
me. I laugh at that last part.
“I hope you’re right. But don’t worry,
no one could ever replace you,” I finish, smile
back up at him.
We sit there for a minute, staring into
each other’s eyes, and then he leans in and
kisses me on my forehead. “I sure hope not.”
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