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“Text her” He pushes the paper towardat the beautiful script “Star” His tone grows s “When do we back down?” I look up froers to aze that matches my own
“Never”
Chapter 3
Maisie
“Soooo, that girl Star When she said she only likes girls, does that irls?” I ask my roo about Star’s statement all day and I’ve conjured up a lot of scenarios based on it, but I’ve ju When I first received Dally’s inforuy To be fair, her full naht? Anyway, I wanted a fee about how I deserved to live in a safe space on campus They forwarded the letter to Dally, who sentirl
“Yes, Maisie I’m pretty sure that’s what sheof Doritos
“Is the sky blue?” I grab the bag froet a Diet Coke to offset the calories in the chips”
“With anyone else, I’d say it doesn’t work that way, but you’re Maisie London and for you, it does”
I ood h to not have to count calories Dally, on the other hand, looks at food and gains weight I think she looks good curvy and often wish I had her chest and ass, but Dally doesn’t want to hear it She says my opinion doesn’t count because I love her, but if the opinions of the people you love don’t count, whose do?
“We can walk on the treadht if you want,” I offer
This perks Dally up “Yes!” She fist pumps
She loves the Union gym because the treadross, s over to interrupt our gossip sessions Like, we’re having a conversation Why do they think they need to be part of it?
“I need a good workout after the debacle that was my history class today,” Dally continues as we pay for the food “The guest lecturer was going on and on about how the tennis court revolution would’ve never happened if the poor people had enough food which, duh No one with a full sto I didn’t need fifty minutes and a dozen slides to hammer that point home”
“School is duht now that I can see will help e I probably shouldn’t have chosen co and dumb Think of your audience! Be creative! Choose your words carefully! I could’ve written the textbook for that”
“Why are we even here?” Dally ponders
“Because this is ere told to do” My parents went to college My older brother went to college so that’s what I’ to do with a degree The idea of sitting in a cubicle at so over forms bums me out My rossed in whatever is in front of her I wonder what it feels like to be that engaged with so “Have you ever had a class with Star?”
“Nope I heard she’s an art major”
“Oh” I can’t even draw stick figures
“Why are you so interested in Star?”
“I don’t know Why not? She see person”
“Have you ever talked to her?”
“No” I grab my sandwich and follow Dally out the door “But I see her around and she always see”
“You say that like you aren’t cool and interesting”
“If you’re talking about irls are prettier than ram Girls that look like h, you’re rare” Dally’s smart So so smart She can do hard math in her head She knoords in the dictionary that I didn’t even knoords And she’s curvy I’ blond hair into a cap and put on a pair of khakis Plus, Dally is funny as hell She h all the time Girls like her are unique Anyone can have a pretty face You can buy those at a doctor’s office You can’t buy kindness or smarts or wit
“No, Maisie, not everyone looks like you but let’s not argue because I know after living with you for three years that you’ll never believe me”
“Looks don’t et so?”
“How are you not interesting?” Dally asks, throwing open the door to our aparts and rush over to hold it