Kody Keplinger - Shut Out

Copyright 2011 by Kody Keplinger

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ISBN: 978-0-316-19157-9

The DUFF

(Designated Ugly Fat Friend)

For the nomadic novelists:
Michelle, Kirsten, Leila, Kate, Lee, Kaitlin,
Amanda, Emilia, Kristin Jr., and Kristin Sr.

So many words I could put here,
but the Beatles said it best.
I get by with a little help from my friends.
Thanks for keeping me sane.

There is nothing more humiliating than being topless in the backseat of your boyfriends car when someone decides to throw an egg at the windshield.

Wait. Scratch that.

Having your boyfriend jump off you, climb out of the car, and chase after the guy, completely forgetting that youre still half-nakedthat trumps it.

And there is one thing even worse than that.

Having it happen repeatedly.

I rolled onto my stomach and reached an arm down to the floorboard, searching for my tank top and praying the windows of Randys new Buick Skylark were as tinted as the ones on his old Cougar, the one hed wrapped around a telephone pole last month. The Buick was older and used, but Randy considered the bigger backseat an improvement over his other car.

Not that it was being used at the moment.

I pulled on my top and climbed into the front seat. This was the third time the car had been vandalizedwith us insidesince Randy and I had started dating sixteen months ago. The other two times had happened last fall, when the rivalry was in full swing, and both times Id been left in the car, humiliated, while Randy chased after the culprit. Not exactly my definition of a good time.

It had been almost a year since then, though, and Id hoped to avoid the embarrassment this time around, but apparently, I was too optimistic. Here I was againforgotten, alone, and fighting back tears.

Part of me knew I should be mad, but I was mostly just hurt. After more than a year together, I hoped I came first to Randy. But the fact that he forgot me so easily because of a stupid egg on his car? It stung.

I shut off the sexy R&B CD Randy had been playing and flipped through the presets on his stereo, stopping at a crackling Oldies station to hear the last few seconds of Night Moves by Bob Seger while I pulled my messy make-out hair into the elastic band I wore around my wrist.

Thirteen and a half minutes later, Randy returned.

Soccer fags! Im gonna kill those assholes.

I shot him a look. He knew I hated it when he talked like that.

Sorry, he muttered, falling into the drivers seat with a thud. He stared at the egg-splattered windshield, grinding his teeth. I just cant believe they did that.

You cant?

Well, okay, I can, but Im pissed.

Uh-huh.

Thats going to be a pain in the ass to clean off.

Probably.

He turned to face me. I hate those assholes. God, I cant believe I didnt catch the guy. Shane and I are going to have to get them back good for this.

I didnt say anything. Id tried to explain the whole cycle of violence concept to Randy before, but it just didnt stick. He didnt seem to understand that retaliating against the soccer players would lead to them attacking him again. He was giving them what they wanted. Feeding into this stupid rivalry. It would never end if he kept fighting back.

Logic wasnt Randys strong suit, though. He was the spontaneous act now, think later type. That was part of the reason I loved him. The whole opposites attract thing was way true in our case. But sometimes Randys impulsiveness was more stressful than sexy.

He sighed dramatically before turning to me.

So, he said, a suggestive grin sliding across his face. He tilted his head forward, letting his sandy blond hair fall into his eyes. Now that thats over with where were we?

We, I said, pushing him away as he leaned in to kiss me, were at the part where you take me home.

What? Randy sat back, looking wounded. Lissa, its only ten thirty.

Im aware.

Look, I know that guy ruined the moment, but we can start over. Please dont be pissed at me. If anything, be pissed at the guy who threw the egg.

Im not pissed, Im just frustrated.

Its not my fault, he said.

Its both of your faults.

Come on, Lissa. What was I supposed to do? he asked. He egged my car. He ruined our moment. He could have been spying on uson you. A good boyfriend wouldnt let some jerk get away with that.

He did get away with it, I reminded him. They always get away with it. Whether you go chasing them or not, they get away. So whats the point?

I wanted to be honest with Randy. To open up and tell him how much it hurt when he left me alone like that. How worthless and cheap it made me feel. Wed been together for so long; we loved each other; it should have been easy to tell him the truth. To let it all out.

But all I could make myself say was, Im not cool with coming second to this stupid rivalry all season.

You arent second, babe.

Prove it, I retorted.

Randy stared at me. The corners of his mouth twitched a little, like he was going to spit out a cute answer and then thought better of it. His eyes perked up once before going blank again. He had nothing.

I turned away from him, messing with the dials on his radio again. Just take me home, okay?

Lissa, he murmured. His hand closed around mine, gently pulling it away from the radio and lifting it to his lips. He kissed my knuckle, whispering, Im sorry. Im sorry that jerk ruined our night.

That wasnt what I wanted him to apologize for.

I know you are.

His hand slid down my wrist and danced its way back up my forearm and shoulder, stopping when it reached my neck. His fingers cupped my cheek and turned me to face him. I love you, he said.

You, too.

He moved forward, and I let him kiss me this time. Just a quick, light kiss, not the kind I knew he was hoping for.

You still want me to take you home, dont you?

Yes.

Randy shook his head, half laughing as he reached into the backseat and blindly attempted to locate his own shirt. You amaze me, Lissa Daniels. Most girls would cave as soon as I gave them the puppy-dog look with these amazing eyes.

Sorry. I like boys. Not dogs. You shouldve dated a different girl if you wanted someone to bend to your will.

Thats all right, he said, pulling the shirt over his head and turning to fiddle with the keys, still dangling from the ignition. I like having a girl who can keep me in line. Youre tough and smart and sexy and

And youre still taking me home, I said, giving him a sweet smile.

Yeah, I figured. But, hey, doesnt make it any less true.

I shook my head, unable to hold back a little bit of laughter now. Oh, just drive me home, you brownnoser.

And, just like that, the nights drama was almost forgotten.

Almost, but not entirely.