Tri'sa seems ecstatic, and lets me sit in the cupholder on the drive to my school — something she's never done when she's taken me before. She drops me off by Martha's locker, saying, “I'll check in after school to pick you up, but call me if you make other plans. I mean, have someone call me.”
When Martha arrives and picks me up so I can talk to her, I tell her about Tri'sa's plan, worried she'll react negatively, but she just laughs it off. “You're so silly, Jerrykin! Just don't get lost.”
I raise an eyebrow quizzically. “Aren't you worried about me checking out other girls?”
“Of course not! I'm the only one for you, at the end of the day. I let you sit in my boobs! Even if you see other girls naked, you haven't helped any of them undress after a long day of running a marathon. Nobody else will sit with you and help you browse the Internet. I'm the perfect girl for you!” She plants a big kiss on my entire body.
“Yes,” I say, wiping lipstick off my abdomen and forehead, “but… I mean, if it were me, I'd be pretty worried.”
“Why? You love me for who I am, not what I look like. You don't need to be attracted to me to love me.”
“…are you not attracted to me?”
“I love you, Jerrykin!” she says, a slight panic creeping into her voice and eyes. “I'll always protect you. We just don't find each other sexy, is all.”
“I find you sexy,” I mumble.
“What was that?” she asked. More students were milling about. First period would start soon.
“I find you sexy,” I say, louder.
“I can't hear you.”
“I FIND YOU SEXY!”
Everyone heard that. Faintly, and they don't know where it came from, but they heard it, so everyone stops momentarily. How will Martha respond?