27Dear Diary,
OMG. You would not believe what I just saw. My brother. ON THE COUCH. Moaning Lindsey Parker's name.
To be fair, I don't think Jase actually wanted to reveal that to me, but still- GROSS.
Lindsey's in my year. Call her a barbie doll if you will, but trust me- that girl is not one normal airhead. She's calculating. Do you know how scary that is? It's not everyday, a "clueless" barbie can manage to reduce the winner of CHESS COMPETITION FIVE YEARS IN A ROW into tears.
Only someone with intellect can do that. And now to find out that JASE was getting hot and dirty dreams about her made me slightly concerned for his safety. Jase may be an arrogant Jackass but even HE doesn't deserve Lindsey leeching him dry.
I also made a horrible revelation today. I think Ruth has a crush on my brother. When Jase strode into the canteen, looking manly (EWWW! He's a dawg!), windswept (YUCK!) and sweaty (ah...that's more like it...), I could've sworn Ruth turned beet red. To add to suspicion, she actually knocked over her fork when Jase stopped by our table to say he had late practise and someone else had to give me a ride home.
And then something WEIRD happened- Justin Branston from the year above clapped Jase around the back, as he walked past before taking a humongous double-take. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." he exclaimed causing Ruth to squeak and hit her head under the table, as she lent down to pick up her fork.
I bit my tongue, fighting the urge to ask whether his father mated with a parrot to produce him and instead smiled demurely. It wouldn't be till later that night, that Jase would rather unhelpfully inform me that I had looked rather constipated when "one of his crew" passed by.
"You're Jase's little sister, right?" he asked, pinning me to my chair with those baby blues. I nodded mutely and kicked Ruth, causing her to bump her head all over again as she attempted to get back up. She retaliated by pinching me rather hard on the ankle, causing me to double over in pain.
"Hey, you OK?" asked Justin, raising an eyebrow slowly. Jase was already walking away, having spotted his gang over by the vending machine. Bruce was mysteriously absent from his usual spot. I nodded bleakly before making a grab for my OJ, and chugging it down with one mouthful. I knew it was a mistake, the moment I felt my chest tightening up and I started spluttering. Justin clearly having paid attention in First Aid class or two, immediately pulled me out of the seat and placed his fists on my ribs.
"Perv-" I choked, as I felt his arms tightening around my chest. It was at that moment Lindsey chose to walk up to us, and go, "Justin? Why are you holding that- eeeee!"
Whoops. I just all but emptied my entire mouthful of juice upon Lindsey's sweater. Very expensive sweater if Lindsey had anything to do with it.
"This cost two hundred bucks!" she shrieked, prodding an accusing finger in my direction. "You! You have to pay for this to be dry-cleaned now! And do you know how much that's gonna cost?! Yeah, that's right- four hundred bucks." Then flipping back her hair, she said rather snidely, "I don't see you laughing now, do I?"
Since I wasn't even laughing in the first place, I raised my hand in objection. And then a thought hit me. "Why don't I buy you a new one?" I asked, because hey, that sounded pretty sensible than forking out an extra two hundred bucks. But to my surprise, Justin stepped in, which was rather...gentlemanly of him.
"Hey, hey, hey " he soothed as once again, Parrot flashed into mind. "Nobody needs to pay anything here. Lindsey, you got that as a freebie anyway, and plus it was my fault she spewed on your sweater." He continued, rather abashed. "I was performing the Heimlich manoeuvre so if there's anybody you want to be mad at, then it's me."
Now that explained, why his arms were around me. And wait-was Justin defending me? I pulled myself away, just as I noticed the entire canteen in a deathly silence. I glanced around to see who commited the murder, to only shrink back in fear when I realised they were all staring at something behind me.
It was Bruce. And it's been clear, he had just come back from a work-out in the fields. My mouth went dry, as I realised he was sta-no, glaring at Justin and me, whilst Lindsey in the background fretted over her sweater. Bruce almost looked angry, which couldn't have been right because Bruce NEVER got angry unless he found out that he'd been wronged. And since I made it a fascinating hobby of mine to avoid him and that asshole brother of mine, at all costs; the only solution was that he was angry at Justin, because-
He had another girl in his arms? But why would Bruce be angry about that? Unless...
The penny dropped. The penny that would devastate the entire female population of this high school if they knew.
It was the only reasonable explanation that seemed to fit. Bruce Solomon was batting for the other team.
LoL. Bruce isn't gay. But it's the only explanation the diary-writer could come up with to explain why Bruce was getting angry. She WILL be put straight of course, but only after a bit of fun XxX
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