“He probably didn’t say that. He probably said something else, and you misunderstood him.”
“Oh, what? I glove you?”
“Well, of course not,” Lilly said. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Well, then what? What could Kenny have said that sounded like I love you, but wasn’t I love you?”
Lilly got mad then. She went, “You know, you have been acting weird about Kenny for the past month. Since the two of you started going out, practically. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. All I ever heard before was ‘Why don’t I have a boyfriend? How come everybody I know has a boyfriend but me? When am I going to get a boyfriend?’ And now you’ve got one and you aren’t the least bit appreciative of him.”
Even though what she was saying was true, I acted offended, because I have been trying really hard not to let the fact that I am not in love with Kenny show.
“That is so false,” I said. “I completely appreciate Kenny.”
“Oh, yeah? I think the truth of the matter is, you, Mia, simply aren’t ready to have a boyfriend.”
Boy did I see red after that remark.
“Me? Not ready to have a boyfriend? Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting my whole life to have a boyfriend!”
“Well, if that’s true”—Lilly was looking very superior—“why won’t you let him kiss you on the lips?”
“Where did you hear that?” I demanded.
“Kenny told Boris, of course, who told me.”
“Oh, great,” I said, trying to remain calm. “So now our boyfriends are talking about us behind our backs. And you’re condoning this?”
“Of course not,” Lilly said. “But I do find it intriguing, from a psychological point of view.”
This is the problem with being best friends with someone whose parents are psychiatrists. Everything you do is interesting to them from a psychological point of view.
“Where I let anybody kiss me,” I exploded, “is my business! Not yours, and not Boris’s, either.”
“Well,” Lilly said. “I’m just saying, if Kenny did say what you say he said—you know, the L word—then maybe he said it because he can’t express the depth of his feelings any other way. You know. Other than verbally. Since you won’t let him, physically.?
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So I suppose that technically I should be thankful that Kenny chose merely to say the words I love you, rather than enacting them physically, which, God knows, might have actually involved his tongue.
Oh, God, I don’t even want to think about it anymore.
Monday, December 8, Homeroom
They just passed out the final exam schedules. Here is mine:
FINAL EXAM SCHEDULE
December 15
Reading Day
December 16
Periods One and Two
For me, that means the Algebra and English finals will be on the same day. But that’s okay. I’m doing pretty good in English. Well, except for that sentence diagramming thing. As if I’ll ever need to do that in my future role as princess of the smallest nation in Europe.
Unfortunately, Algebra, I am told, I will probably need to know. DAMN!