Of Love And Broken Toes

“You told him I what!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked!”

“So, you felt the need to drag me into this game your playing?”

“No! Of course not, there is no game!”

“Yeah, sure. You should just admit you like him, he seems like an ok guy.”

“Oh, so now your siding with him? I thought you were my friend!”

“I am your friend, but I just don’t get why you won’t go with the guy, he just doesn’t seem that bad, from what I’ve heard of him.”

“He broke my foot! That should squash any good!”

“Fay, that was an accident! You yourself said he didn’t do it on purpose. Look I’m not trying to take sides, I’m just trying to help you realize that maybe you should give him a chance. He seems to really like you and want to be with you.”

“He did kiss you after all.”

I was silent for a second.

Ugh

I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from the trader.

“I am not a trader.”

Damn, voiced my thoughts again.

“Oh come on, not the silent treatment.”

“Faaaay.”

“Fay.”

“Fay.” he said stabbing me with his finger in my ribs.

“Ow!” what was that for?

“That hurt jerk off!”

“Jeeze, did you have to hit me so hard?”

Yes I did.

“You can’t be mad at me for telling you the truth.”

I ignored him still. We were both sitting in our usual spot, on my front lawn.

“Fay, please stop ignoring me.”

I then felt two arms wrap around my middle and I was crushed against his chest.

“Hey!” I said trying to get out of his hold.

“Hey? Hay is for horses. And I Fay, am no horse.”

Boy, for a skinny kid he was sure strong.

“Hey! I am not a kid, I am 17 thank you very much.” he said still not letting me go.

“Ok! Can you let me go now!”

“Are you going to quit ignoring me?”

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?”

“Good enough.” he said releasing his hold.

I scooted away from him, but turned to face him.

“So you think I should go with him?” I said.

“Yeah, Fay he seems like a nice guy with good intentions, I don’t think he means to hurt you.”

“So you won’t go with me?” I said.

“Well are you asking?”

“Yeah,” I said smiling at him.

“Well, no.” he said.

“Why not?”

“Because I know you want to go with James.”

Ok he was right about that, but I liked Marco to, he was a good friend and I know we would have a good time.

“Marco!”

“Marco where are you!”

We both looked towards his house.

“Woops, I forgot to clean the pool filters, I’ll see you at 7!” he said running off.


“Jane! So glad you guys could make it!.” said Mrs. Aranda.

“Oh, Martha we should be thanking you for inviting us into your home.” my mother replied happily.

“Come, come. Dinner is almost ready.” she said motioning us in.

“Kids! Dinner is ready, kitchen orita!” Mrs. Aranda’s voice boomed, wow, she could give my mom’s scream a run for her money.

In that moment Mrs. Aranda scared me more then my mother.

She turned to me and smiled, but not evily, it was a sincere smile.

And I smiled back.

“Come Fay.” she said.

I watched as Marcela and Marco came to greet my parents, when everyone was seated Marco stayed behind to give me a bone crushing hug.

I returned it.

We had enchiladas with beans and some really delicious rice.

The adults were gone away talking.

“So have you decided to go with James?” came Marco’s voice, he had one eyebrow raised.

I bit my lower lip.

“Come on Fay, you know you’ll have fun with him. What could it hurt to actually go with a guy you actually like?” he said.

“Well for one, he didn’t even ask me! He just made it seem like I was a last resort to him or something.”

“Ok, so he could have asked you, and been more romantic, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to go with you.”

“Well he didn’t make me feel that way.”

“So Marcela, has James asked you to the Gala yet?” came my mother’s voice, and I immediately gave them attention.

“Oh, no he hasn’t.” came Marcela’s short reply.

“Really? Why not?” said my mother with a questioning look.

Wow she really looked disappointed.

“Well I asked him but he said he already had someone, ” she said.

My heart speed went up a little.

“Who else would he ask? You both seem perfect.” she said.

I felt my face get hot.

And then Marcela turned to me and then looked back at my mother, three words came out of her mouth.

“Your daughter, Fayne.”

Marcela went back to eating her food, Mrs. Aranda smiled at me, my mother just glared.

Great. Just great.

“Well looks like your going with him whether you want to or not.” Marco whispered.

I turned to him and glared.

And he just smiled innocently.

“Can it brace face.” was all I could think of to say.

He glared, and poked me, with his fork this time.

“Ow!” I whisper yelled.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said.

Ugh