Page 35 of My Rules for Revenge
There was something about him that drew me to him. Perhaps it was because he seemed to be quiet like I was. It also helped that he was handsome with a muscular body. I found Frankie to be a good-looking guy, but he was full of himself. This was hardly an attractive quality to me.
“I see you. You want to scoop them up like ice cream and lick them dry,” Heather said as she snuck up behind me and startled me.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t stare.”
“Why not? They do it all the time. If it’s alright for them, it’s alright for us,” Heather pointed out.
“I guess that’s true.”
“So, who’s your favorite?” Heather asked.
“I’m not sure. They all seem a bit loud to me.”
“A bit loud? What’s your criteria for romance?”
“I don’t like boys who draw too much attention to themselves,” I commented.
“Huh. It’s good I’m not a boy, then.”
“Yes.”
“Before we get started, I have a quick question for you,” Heather expressed.
“Okay. Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no. Not at all. I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie this Friday night. My friend Vivian’s also going,” Heather offered.
“I’m not sure. I might have to help my mother with something,” I said.
Heather groaned loudly.
“Boo-hoo! Indira, please tell me you’re joking.”
I lied. I wasn’t prepared for Heather to ask me if I wanted to go out with her as friends. I got nervous in those types of social situations.
“I am not joking, but I will try my best. May I ask what type of movie it is? An anime one, perhaps?”
“Uh, no. It’s a regular movie about a guy and a girl who try to kill each other. They also fall in love. It’s the stupidest thing ever, and it’s amazing,” Heather explained.
“That sounds oddly intriguing.”
“Wait a minute, you like anime?”
“Yes. Do you?” I asked.
“Absolutely not.”
“Would you ever consider watching an anime movie?” I asked.
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh,” I reacted.
“So, I’ll text you the information.”
“Wait, do you need my phone number?” I asked.
Heather stared at me blankly, and I could tell that she was trying her best not to explode in laughter.
