What if what I’d felt for him all this time was more brotherly love than lover love?
Nah. No one who fantasized as much as I did about Marc only felt brotherly affection for him. He was probably freaked out, but he was just going to have to get over it.
I waited for a response, but there was nothing.
* * *
3 weeks later
Ashleigh
Me:Let’s trade. You take me to prom and I’ll agree we can elope for our wedding.
Marc:Didn’t I tell you? I’m already married. Her name is Michelle. And yes, we did elope.
Me:Just so you know I’m wearing my mean face. Is there really a Michelle? Wait, don’t tell me. No, tell me. I can accept you having a love life until you’re ready for me. How else are you going to learn to get good at sex? Me, I’m just reading about it.
Marc:I’M GOOD AT SEX!
Me:Good to know.
Marc:There isn’t a Michelle. But I wouldn’t tell you if there was. It would upset you and I’m actuallytryingnot to do that these days.
Me:Then you’ll take me to the prom???
Marc:No! Final word.
* * *
2 weeks later
Ashleigh
Me:If you don’t take me, I won’t go.
Marc:Don’t care.
Me:But this was the dress I was going to wear. Sending pic now.
Marc:Nice dress. Go find someone else to take you.
Me:No, it’s fine. I’ll just stay home. I mean, who cares about prom anyway?
Marc:No one.
Me:You’ve left me with no choice…I’m calling in the big guns.
* * *
1 week later
Group Chat
Ashleigh
George:Marc, why won’t you take Ashleigh to the prom?
Marc:Stay out of this, George.
