Page 44 of Stuck with You
“So, did you do your makeup for me?” I asked as I turned off our street.
“Why on Earth would I do that?”
I shrugged. “To impress me.”
“You really think you’re so amazing that I’d do my makeup for you? I don’t even bother doing it for guys Idolike.”
“Ah, but are they as sexy as me?”
She snorted out a laugh. “Are you really this arrogant?”
“Only around you.” I smiled and could see her shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. “What? I have to be this arrogant when I’m with you. I need to overcompensate because you like nothing more than deflating this big old head of mine. This level of arrogance balances it all out nicely.”
“So, you’re saying you’re less arrogant around other girls?”
“Marginally so, yes.”
She chuckled under her breath. “Lucky them.”
“And here I was thinking they were missing out.” I looked over at her, and she struggled to withhold a smile. At least my irritating ways were amusing to her today.
“So, the makeup. You don’t usually seem to wear much. Is there something special about today?” I wasn’t really sure if that was a question you should ask girls, but I was curious. Clary didn’t really wear makeup at school, and the whole effect was leaving me unsettled. Perhaps she had a boyfriend I didn’t know about, and she’d been video calling him or something? I immediately felt the urge to hunt down and punch the hypothetical guy.
She shrugged. “I told Zoey I’d do one of her makeup tutorials,” she explained. “And this is the result.”
“Ah.” A rush of relief washed through me at her words. “So, it’s not for some secret boyfriend then?”
“What?” She frowned. “No, of course not.”
“Good,” I muttered.
My response only made her frown more prominent. I was suddenly feeling a lot less aggressive though. The hypothetical boyfriend wouldn’t be getting punched after all.
“It all started because they canceled the prom,” Clary added. She was still looking at me strangely, and I knew I needed to stop acting so possessive.
“Oh yeah, I heard it was canceled.” I’d woken up to a string of messages from my friends telling me the news. They all seemed devastated, but I wasn’t all that upset. “Are you sad it’s not happening?”
Clary pursed her lips as she considered it. “I mean, it would have been nice to go, but I understand why they had to cancel it. How about you?”
“Yeah, I feel the same. It would have been fun, but I get it.”
She scoffed lightly. “I would have thought you’d be completely distraught that you wouldn’t be getting your prom king crown.”
My eyes lifted to the ceiling. “I don’t care about a crown.”
“Sure, you don’t.” Disbelief colored her tone.
“I don’t.”
“Okay, sure”
“Uh, I think you meant to say ‘okay, sure,your highness.’”
She laughed at the seriousness in my tone, and I winked. I really liked it when Clary looked so happy. I didn’t know if I would have won prom king, but everyone had been telling me for weeks the crown was mine. It wasn’t something I cared about though, no matter what Clary might think.
“So, did you have a date to the prom?” she asked.
“Nope. I was waiting for you to ask me.”
