Page 62 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Rapping my fingers, I stare at the screen, tempted to tell her I’m just friends with Britt. But even Britt knows that’s an obvious lie.
I’m not sure what the hell we are, but friendship isn’t in the cards for us on a platonic level.
“Since you’re not even listening to me, how about you tell me what you’ve decided,” Sticks drones on.
“I haven’t decided anything, because it’s not my decision to make,” I grumble as I stand, ready to grab my keys and head out.
Walking past a mirror, I barely glance at it, moving on by. Then abruptly back up and take in the fact I’m overdue for a haircut, and because of this frustrating damn girl, I’ve managed to run my hands through my hair a thousand times, causing the shit to stick up everywhere.
After snagging a random hat from the floor, I pull it on backwards and grab my keys.
“Where’re you going?” he calls out.
“To fuck with my head some more,” I say just loud enough for me to hear.
