Barbie Girl (Baby Doll Series) by Heidi Acosta Page B

now that she is in front of me I want her to pay attention to me.
    “So what, you go from one extreme to another.” I lean up against the game.
    She stops playing. The game plays the music signaling the death of her star fighter. “What do you mean?” she asks.
    “You know one moment you are hardly dressed, and now you are dressed like a bag lady.” I put my hand against the game screen. Being around her brings out the douche side of me, but hell she crashed our movie and is now ignoring me. Wasn’t she into kissing me the other day too? I think about that moan that escaped her mouth and I want to see if I can get her to produce another one. I want to feel her pressed under my body. I want to feel the explosion she causes deep in my chest.
    “Oh I am sorry, I didn’t know that you wanted your fake girlfriend to dress a certain way. I will make sure I show more skin for you next time.” Venom laces her voice, and her teal eyes turn a deep shade of blue.
    I want to apologize. I want to know what other emotion makes her eyes change color. Third comes back with his hands full of popcorn that spills onto the floor. “I got you a Coke, Dylan.” Great .
    She sits in the middle of Third and I, but her body leans closer to him than me. Why doesn’t she just climb into his lap ? A group of kids from Central sit right behind us laughing. If she is not careful she is going to blow our whole facade.
    “Milk dud?” I shake the yellow box under her nose.
    “I am good,” she says not even looking at me.
    “I’ll take some” Third reaches his big meaty hand across her. I shake some in his hand. Barbie smiles and takes one when he holds his hand in front of her.
    Okay so she is pissed at me again, ignoring her the past few days was a mistake, but I needed time to sort through my feelings. I am still not sure what is going on. When I am with her it is a hurricane of emotions that is swirling around inside me. And I still want Katie just as much as I did before Barbie came into my life.
    I should have kept, my mouth shut about her clothes. My mother would be horrified; she raised a better man than that. I am about to apologize to her, but the lights dim and the screen comes to life with previews. I sink down in my seat putting my foot on the back of the chair in front of me. One minute Barbie makes me want to kiss her, the next I want to rip my hair out because she is infuriating me so. I try to focus on the movie and not on who is sitting next to me. I look at the screen and try to pay attention as the main character chop off the head of a hot zombie chick. But the screen starts to blur and the words float around me meaningless. My knee bounces up and down. I run my hands through my hair; there is no point in pretending to watch the movie. I steal another glance over at Barbie; she grips onto Third’s arm burying her face in his shirt. Jealousy sits heavy on my chest. There is no denying it, I’m jealous of the attention she is paying to Third and not me. This is ludicrous. I don’t like her; I like Katie, perfect Katie I remind myself. Not a girl who plays video games in a dress that looks like she got out of her grandmother’s closest. Not a girl who wears her hair in kid braids. I can’t take it anymore. I stand up ignoring the shouts and walk out.

Chapter 10.
Ordinary
    I walk out to the red carpeted hallways of the theater searching for him. I should have stayed in the theater watched the movie, ignored him. Hell he kissed me, and then ignored me the past few days. Then he insults me. I am so mad at him, what right had he to say anything about how I dress. I don’t comment on his vintage video game T-shirts he loves to wear or his dirty converse that have seen better days. Or make comments on his stupid hair that needs a haircut. How it falls into his eyes covering them up, driving me crazy, or how he gives me those stupid cocky smiles like he is so much smarter. I promised myself that I would not care anymore,