Page 57 of Loving Leo

“No, I only have you, so deal with it.”

I snort. “Yeah, seems so, loser.”

She hands me my margarita and purses her lips. “If I’m a loser, so are you, whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.”

“How old are you again?”

“Too old, now tell me all about her. God, I’m so glad it’s not Lana. It’s not right? Because I will murder you. Or her.”

When I just shrug and then say, “Who says its a woman,” she squeals and trots over to me, nearly spilling her margarita in the process.

“I knew it. I knew it! Tell me everything. Oh wait, the tacos. First the tacos and then spill.”

“I’m not telling you anything. And no Lana ever again, so you can stop asking.” Even though she’s been blowing up my phone even more than usual lately. I won’t go back. I’m not even tempted. Especially not with Leo in the mix. How could I ever go for someone like her when Leo exists?

“You have to tell me. I want to know everything, not like details, but the romance of it.”

“I thought you were going to spy on me and find out the answers yourself.”

“I wanted to, but ran out of time. Now spill, bro.”

I feel myself blushing, or maybe that’s the drink going straight into my system. I can still feel his lips on mine, the way he kissed me. How into it he was. It’s so different, so good.

“I can see it on your face. You are obsessed,” she says, handing me two tacos and a side of rice. She pulls out some guacamole and a bag of chips and then leans toward me. “You can begin now.”

“I have nothing to tell,” I lie. God, I have so much to tell. “Just…it seems I like him. He’s…different and funand we get along.”

“Is it the janitor?” When I don’t say anything, she giggles. “It is! I knew it! And of course you get along with him. He’s a dudeandhe has a personality, unlike stupid Lana and her fake eyelashes. Did you know one time last summer it was so hot, one just fell off. I never told her. She looked lopsided all day.”

I grin at that and Selena takes another bite of her chip.

“What’s with you and fake eyelashes?”

“I don’t know. All of the women I know have them and with the money they make, you’d think they’d get better quality ones. But they don’t. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. So, like, what have you done so far that’s different?”

“Everything,” I reply and she rolls her eyes.

“Men, I swear. I want details. More details. Have you kissed? Made out? Oh my god, you said he was a camboy. Oh shit, are you on camera with him?”

When I don’t answer, my red cheeks telling her everything she needs to know, she nearly chokes. “Oh my god! You are! I hope mom and dad see it. I really do.”

“He doesn’t record my face, you perv.”

“Oh my god!” She slaps a hand over her eyes and giggles. “Oh that’s way too much information.”

I toss a chip at her and she glowers at me. “Not the chips, dude. They’re quality tonight.” She chomps down on another and then asks, “So, like, are you going to see him again Adventurous Heath?”

“Yeah, Snoopy Selena.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. It’s the weekend. I saw him last night.”

She leans forward, her eyes wide. “And?”

“And nothing. Just, we’ll see what happens.”

“You do know that next weekend is mom and dad’s anniversary dinner. Are you going to invite him?”

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