Devin glared daggers at me, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase, ‘if looks could kill’.
“Really?” Em sounded bubbly.
I regretted the words as I looked from my sister’s hopeful expression to Devin. I sighed.
“Sorry Em, I was only kidding. Devin was actually helping me with my essay. I need someone to proofread it.”
“Just get Mitchell to look at it later. I’m sure it’s not something Devin has to do,” she argued.
“No, CJ’s right, I’m helping her with the last couple of paragraphs. I took the same class,” Devin said, rolling my desk chair towards the bed.
Em glared at me. She hated it when Devin called me CJ. No one called me CJ except him. For that reason, it was an effective form of getting Emily off his tail when she was on the prowl.
She gave a short, aggravated huff then marched out of my room. Her door slammed seconds later.
I rolled my eyes. “Dev, you know she doesn't like it when you call me that. She hates me enough already. You’re just throwing fuel on the fire.”
“Oh, she doesn’t hate you, CJ. She just hates that I call you, not her, by a nickname. Besides, it’s an effective form of inoculation. It’s a needed punch in the gut.”
I shook my head. “You would think seeing you with a new girl every other week would deter her enough. God knows it deters me.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I blushed then quickly looked down at my computer, which had frozen again. “God damn it. I hate this freaking computer!” I pushed it forcefully away from me.
He chuckled “Why don’t you just get another one, if it’s giving you this much trouble?”
“A little something that we don’t have just lying around for the taking. Money.”
“Borrow Mitchell’s computer then. I’m sure he doesn’t use it while he’s at work.”
I nodded and restarted my computer.
“So did you lose what you wrote on your paper?”
I looked up from the login screen. “Huh? Oh, no. I made the whole paper thing up. But I did lose the game I was playing. Man, I was up to five million points too.”
“Pinball?” He laughed, wheeling the chair around to face my computer screen.
“Yeah, I almost beat your score too. This sucks,” I added, annoyed.
“You’ll never beat my top score.” He smiled.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “If I do get a new computer, you are not allowed to play pinball on it, got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, trying to hold in his laughter.
“Good.”
“Christy?” I looked up and saw Emily standing in the doorway.
“Hey, Em, what do you need?” I decided to play it cool. For all she knew, Devin and I were just messing around while my computer loaded again.
“Mitch just called and said we shouldn’t wait up for him. He said you should just order pizza for dinner.”
“Really? I wonder why he didn’t just call me?” I wasn’t sure if it was another ploy by my sister—this time to get rid of Devin—or if she was being serious. It was hard to tell with her.
“I don’t know. He just told me to tell you.”
“All right, what do you want?”
Em hated anything greasy. “Whatever. Just get me a salad,” she said, walking off. Her door slammed shut again, and I turned to Devin.
“Well, I guess you don’t have to wait here for Mitch anymore,” I tried to hint.
“What and miss the pizza? Forget it, I’m staying. Besides we have a cover to maintain.”
I just rolled my eyes. This was going to be a long night. I had my phone next to me and pulled it out.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Mitch.”
You really going to be gone for dinner?
Yes, I’m out with Megan.
Dinner & Movie.
Just order something.
I’ll be home late.
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Sent from the iPhone of Mitchell Walsh
Fine.
But Devin’s here and he won’t go away!
Suck it up, Walsh.
You can handle Devin.
Tell him not to try anything.
I’ll kick his butt.
And you better not try anything.
Or I’ll kick your butt
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Sent from the iPhone of Mitchell Walsh
EWWWWWW!
I can’t believe you just said that.
You are NEVER allowed to say
stuff like that or I’LL kick YOUR butt.
Tell Megan I said hi.
Hahaha. Megan says hi and apologizes.
She thought it was over the line too.
So I’m sorry. You know I’m kidding.