|♠03: So much for holding my ground..
I should listen to Nikitta. She made a great point, anyway. Agreeing to be Rodney's fake girlfriend for the sake of winning Paris back would be colossally stupid.
I'm not that desperate yet.
At least that's what I keep telling myself as I walk down the halls of Horizon High School, ignoring the whispers around me about Rod's and Paris's breakup. People are such gossip mongers. Why can't they leave the two alone? Especially Rodney. He has to be hating all this attention.
I'm tempted to search for him and see how he's holding up, but I'm apprehensive that he'll be able to convince me to help him. I need to avoid him—at least until he realises that making Paris jealous is a bad idea until he realises that she's not worth it. That there are plenty of other girls that he only has to look next door to find the right one for him.
I'm almost my locker when someone suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me inside an empty classroom. Before I can protest, I find my back pressed against the wall, Rodney's six-three frame lowering over my five-nine.
"Hey." He's sporting a wide grin on his annoyingly handsome face.
Ignoring the butterflies acting chaotically in my stomach, I scowl at him. "Did you really have to drag me in here?"
"Sorry," he says sheepishly. "When I saw you, I just couldn't wait."
If only it was because he couldn't wait to see me, but I know better, than to make silly assumptions.
"I really need your help, Snookie. You're my only hope of getting Paris back." His deep blue eyes are earnest and pleading as they focus on me.
Oh, man. Why does he have to look at me that way? I'm always a goner when that happens.
Don't give in. Don't give in.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and I glance away. "Why do you want her back? She dumped you. Why can't you just move on; there are so many girls who want to be with you, why can't you choose them instead?"
Why can't you choose me? Be with me.
"Because I don't want anybody else. She's the only one I want." His words are like little knives plunging into my chest all at once.
I look away once again, not wanting him to see the pain in my eyes. God, why can't my heart take a hint?
"Why me?" I whisper.
"Because I think.....Paris is jealous of you."
That has my eyes snapping back to his face and my lips squeaking out, "Excuse me?"
Paris Sydney— one of the hottest girls in school— is jealous of me." He's got to be kidding me. Or he's just lying to convince me to agree to his plan. Well, that's just mean.
"You don't have to come up with silly stories just to convince me, Rodney. So unnecessary." I glare angrily pushing my glasses up my nose.
He shakes his head, panic streaking through his face. "But I'm not making anything up. Its the truth."
I cross my arms over my chest and give him a skeptical look. "How so?"
Exhaling a breath, he combs his fingers through his hair. "Remember last weekend? At the lake?" He waits for me to nod before continuing. "She got pissed that I hung with you for a bit. She thought I was hitting on you or something."
My eyes widen. "You're joking."
"I'm really not."
My heart starts to hammer against my ribcage. Does this mean I'm the reason why they broke up? The idea is so ridiculous and seems so impossible— but so is the apparent fact that Paris is jealous of me..
I swallow hard. "Did she, um, dump you because of me?"
A deep frown creases his forehead. "I wish I could say that, but no. There's another reason." Judging from the reserved look on his face, he has no intention of telling me exactly What it is.
Maybe its just as well that I have no idea. The less I know the less I know, the less inclined I'll agree to help him. At least, I hope so.
But just to be safe, I need to make myself scarce— right about now. I inch away slowly from the wall. "So, I'll be late for class. I'll just, um, see you later, okay?"
I'm almost at the door when he speaks up again. "Daph, please. I need you."
Maybe its because of the desperation in his voice. Maybe because he said he needs me. Or maybe because I've always been a pathetic sucker when it comes to him.
Cursing under my breath, I wheel around and find myself saying, "Fine. I'll help you."
So much for holding my ground.
Relief floods through his features, then before I know it, he's hugging me. "Thank you Snookie. You have no idea how grateful I am."
If it isn't a painful reminder that he's doing it for her, only her, then I don't know what it is.
Be sure to always keep that in mind, Daph.
Suddenly annoyed, I push him off a little harder than intended. "Don't celebrate just yet. You still have to talk to my brother and give him a heads-up."
His eyes widen. "Shit. I didn't even think of Gun." He gives me a thoughtful look. "Do you think you can—"
"Nope. You're on your own on that one." I'm already out the door before he can even protest. I've helped enough. He can deal with my brother's wrath on his own.
"You're not doing it."
I glance up from my laptop perched on my study table to my bedroom door where Gun is standing scowling at me.
I blink at him innocently. "Not doing what?"
He enters my room and walks straight to my IPod dock, which is currently playing "Breathin' " by Ariana Grande. He turns the music off, and before I can grumble about it, he glares at me. "You're not helping Rod get Paris back."
I stare at him, a little taken back. So Rodney finally told him. I wonder how that conversation went. I sure hope no punches were thrown. Boys can be dumb, after all. I'll have to ask my fake boyfriend about it. Fake boyfriend. Just thinking about those words gives me a fluttery feeling in my stomach. It will take a little getting used to, that's for sure.
"Daph, I'm serious. Let Rod handle his own problem. Don't put yourself in the middle of it. It was dumb of him to involve you in the first place."
I flash Gunther a sweet smile. "Its cute that you think you can order me around."
"Of course I can. I'm your big brother." he growls.
I let out a snort. "Please. You're barely a year older than me. And aren't you being a hypocrite? You helped Nikky with her problem, remember? You didn't see me acting like an overprotective sister about it."
"This is different."
"Different my ass. That's what your girlfriend said too."
"You should have listened to her then."
That was my intention. But being a sucker for your best friend, I still ended up saying yes.
Not wanting my brother to react to my thoughts, I glance away. "I'm just being a good friend, Gun. And you should be, too. He's your best friend. You should be supporting him instead of being such an asshole."
Gun crosses his arms over his chest. "I would have been supportive if he had decided to leave you out of it."
"Well, I already agreed to help him and there's nothing you can do to stop me. So feel free to save your breath and close the door on your way out, k?"
"Fine. Whatever. Do it your way," he growls before storming out of my room.
Exhaling out a breath, I lean back against my chair and shut my eyes.
Great. Gun is mad at me. And he probably feels the same toward his best friend, too. As much as I want to blame Rodney for it, I can't. He didn't force me to fo anything. I made the decision all on my own.
Whatever!! Its not like Gun wouldn't get over it. I'll give him a few day's tops. If he still refuses to come around, then I'll just sic Nikky on him. What's the use of being best friends with your brother's girlfriend if you can't use it to your advantage?
A knock on my door startles me. It's my Dad. "Everything okay, honey? I just saw your brother storm out. He looked pissed. Did you two fight?"
"Oh, everything's fine, Dad. Gun was just being annoying. You know how he is sometimes."
I mean, its true. He was really being annoying, trying to get into my personal affairs and all, as if Nikky isn't monopolizing his attention already. If he keeps it up, I'll ask her to leave his side.
The small frown on dad's forehead smoothens out and he nods. "Just be sure not to fight at dinner later. Your mother doesn't need that kind of stress."
I give him a reassuring smile. "Yes, Dad. I promise."
Just as long as Gun won't bring up the issue again.