Girl Code(3)

By: L.D. Davis

“See ya tomorrow,” Leslie said.

“See ya,” he responded to her as he backed away. Again, he looked at me. “Until next time, Tacky.”

He didn’t immediately turn to leave. He stood there, like he was waiting for me to respond.

“Tabitha,” Leslie whispered harshly and bumped my arm with hers.

I rolled my eyes and curtly said, “Goodbye.”

Dismissed, Leo’s mouth curved into a half a smile, a sly thing on his face, and then he turned and jogged away.

“He’s cute,” Leslie said conspiringly. “And single!” She grabbed my arm and breathlessly asked, “Do you think he likes me? Did you see the way he looked at me a minute ago?”

I rolled my eyes, pulled my arm from her grasp, and walked away muttering, “Drooler.”

“So, remember our little girl code?” Leslie asked a few minutes later as we walked home. We made up the girl code the summer before our freshman year. Under no circumstances were we to engage in a physical or romantic relationship with each other’s exes or love interests.

“Of course, I do,” I answered her irritably. It was going to take me all night to stop being pissed off about what happened in the hallway. I kind of felt violated.

“Well, I want to be sure that we’re clear that our vows will absolutely and unequivocally apply to Leo Pesciano.”

“Oh!” I almost gagged. “Trust me, Leslie, you won’t have to worry about me breaking my vows, especially when it comes to Leo Pesciano. I promise you, not in a million years will I ever want to date or love or have any kind of physical activity with that obnoxious excuse for a human being.”

I stopped walking and made her look at me so that she understood. I said the words crisply, boring my brown eyes into her blues.

“Leslie, I mean, never.”

“Why does math have to be so difficult?” I wondered aloud.

Distractedly, Leslie answered my rhetorical question. “Math is the language of the universe. You don’t expect the language of the entire universe to be easy, do you?”

“Yes, I do. What are you looking at?”

We were supposed to be studying for a big math test, but Leslie had been lurking behind the curtains for over five minutes.

“I’m expecting a third study buddy,” she said lightly.

That was news to me. Leslie had made several new friends since we started high school, but I thought she would have told me first before inviting anyone else, especially since we were at my house.

“Who’s coming?” I asked out of curiosity.

She turned away from the window, with her eyes bright and her face pulled up in a wide grin.

“He’s here!” she said excitedly and dashed for the door.

“Who’s here?” I asked, but she was already out the door and running down the stairs.

I heard the front door open and close, and then low murmurs and footsteps on the stairs. Leslie walked back in a moment later, followed closely by Leo.

I threw my pencil down on my bed and slammed my book shut.

“Are you kidding me?” I demanded.

Leo spun in a slow circle, taking in the posters and other decorations on my walls.

“Leslie,” I said her name between gritted teeth. It had been a few weeks since the incident in the hallway and I didn’t hate Leo Pesciano any less than I did that day. I had not taken my notebook back to school, but Leo still found reasons to invade my personal space and to make my blood boil.

Les looked at me with wide eyes and a smile too big for her face as she spoke too loudly. “Tabitha, isn’t it great to have Leo, the math wizard, here to help us? It’s great, right?”

Leo, the Math Wizard, rocked back on his heels with a smirk on his face as he watched and waited for my response. The truth was that Leo really was a wiz at math. It was like second nature for him. I watched him many times at the board, easily knocking out math problems that everyone else struggled with. Leslie had math at a different time of the day, so I had no idea how she knew about Leo’s mad math skills, but she was totally taking advantage of the situation to be in close proximity of him. She had been crushing on him pretty hard since that day he took my notebook.

“I hate Leo.”

“Tabitha!” Leslie admonished.

“She loves me,” he said to Leslie and had the nerve to flop his ass down on my bed.

“Get off of my bed.”

“Quit your bitching, Tacky,” Leo said, opening his book. “We have work to do.”

My arguments and objections fell on deaf ears as Leslie settled on the other side of my queen size bed. After a while, I realized I was wasting serious study time and I sounded pretty immature. Begrudgingly, I opened my book again. Leo handed me my pencil and winked at me. I swallowed back my usual go to hell retort and punched away on my calculator.