Kody Keplinger - The DUFF - Designated Ugly Fat Friend

“That’s good,” Dad said. “Tell me again, who did you go out with? Sorry. I can’t remember his name.”

“Toby Tucker.”

“Tucker?” Dad repeated. “You mean Chaz Tucker’s son? Oh, that’s great, Bumblebee. Chaz is a good guy. He’s the technology director for a company downtown, so he comes into the store all the time. Wonderful family. I’m glad to hear his son’s a nice kid, too.”

“He is,” I said.

The sound of shuffling came from upstairs, and we both glanced up at the ceiling. “Oh.” Dad shook his head and looked back at me. “I almost forgot about them. They’ve been suspiciously quiet all night.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I should get up there before Casey has an aneurysm. See you in the morning, Dad.”

“Okay,” Dad said. He reached for the remote and turned up the volume on the television. “Good night, Bumblebee.”

I’d danced halfway up the stairs before Dad called out to me again. “Hey, Bumblebee?”

I paused and leaned against the banister, looking down at the living room. “Yeah?”

“Whatever happened to Wesley?”

I froze, feeling myself choke a little. “W-What?”

“Your friend. The one who, um… was with you that night.” He looked up at me from the couch, readjusting his glasses. “You don’t talk about him much.”

“We don’t hang out anymore,” I told him, using that voice that made it clear he shouldn’t ask questions. All teenage girls know that voice and use it on their fathers frequently. Usually, the unspoken order is followed. My father loved me, but he knew better than to delve into the drama of my high school experience.

Smart Dad.

“Oh… I was just wondering.”

“Bianca!” My bedroom door flew open, and Jessica, dressed in neon orange pajamas, leapt out of my room. She sprinted halfway down the stairs and grabbed me by the arm. “Stop making us wait! Come tell us everything.”

The way Jessica was beaming almost pushed Dad’s mention of Wesley from my mind.

Almost.

“Goodnight, Mr. Piper!” Jessica yelled as she dragged me to my bedroom.

After a few steps, my feet picked up again and I reminded myself that I’d just had the best date ever with the guy of my dreams. I felt myself succumbing to the giddy joy my best friends expressed as soon as I walked into the room. Squealing, jumping, cheering…

I had the right to be happy about this. Even we cynics deserved a night off once in a while, right?

My good mood lasted all the way through to Monday afternoon. I mean, what was there to be irritated about? Nothing. Things were back to normal at home. My friends hadn’t dragged me to the Nest in weeks. Oh yeah, and I’d just gone on a date with the perfect boy. Who could complain?

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” Casey observed as we pulled out of the student parking lot. Her voice was full of pep, an unfortunate side effect of cheerleading practice, and she bounced up and down in her seat. “It’s so refreshing!”

“God, Casey, you make me sound suicidal or something.”

“It’s not that,” she said. “It’s just that you haven’t been as bitter as usual lately. It’s a nice change.”

“I’m not bitter.”

“You are so.” She reached over and patted my knee. “But that’s okay, B. It’s just part of your personality. We accept it. But you aren’t bitter now, and that’s freaking awesome. Don’t take it as an insult.”

“Whatever.” But I broke into a smile.

“See there!” Casey cried. “You’re grinning. You can’t stop, can you? Like I said, you’re happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

“Okay, maybe you’re kind of right,” I admitted. It was sort of true. I had Casey and Jessica back. Things were normal again with Dad. Why complain?

“I always am.” She leaned forward and changed the radio to some shitty Top 40 station. “So, what’s up with you and Toby? Anything gossip-worthy?”

“Not really. He’s coming over this afternoon.”

“Ooh!” She sat back in her seat and winked at me. “Sounds gossip-worthy to me. You’ve picked up some extra-large condoms, right?”

“Shut up,” I said. “It’s not that kind of thing, and you know it. He’s just coming over to work on our editorials for AP government. It’s-”

I was cut off when my cell phone, which was lying in the cup holder, started vibrating and playing loud music. My fingers instantly clinched around the steering wheel. I knew who I’d set that ringtone for, and those few chords were all it took to derail my entire afternoon.

“Britney Spears? You have ‘Womanizer’ as a ringtone, seriously? OMG, B, that song is so, like, two thousand eight,” Casey laughed.

I didn’t say anything.

“Aren’t you gonna answer it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk to him.”

“Who?”

I didn’t respond, so Casey picked up my cell phone and checked the ID. I heard her let out a knowing sigh. A few seconds later, the music stopped playing, but I couldn’t force my body to relax again. I felt stiff and anxious, and it didn’t help that Casey had her eyes glued on me.

“You haven’t talked to him?”

“No,” I muttered.

“Since the day I picked you up from his house?”

“Mm-mm.”

“Oh, B,” she sighed.

The car became quiet-well, except for the annoying sound of an untalented pop singer on the radio, but she was too busy whining about her cheating boyfriend to care about my issues.

“What do you think he wants?” Casey asked when the song ended. She sounded a little bitter.

“Knowing Wesley… probably a booty call,” I grumbled. “It’s never anything more than that.”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing you didn’t answer.” She tossed my phone back into the cup holder and folded her arms over her chest. “Because he doesn’t deserve you, B. And you’re with Toby now, and he’s perfect for you and treats you the way you should be treated… unlike the douche bag.”

Part of me wanted to stop her. To defend Wesley. He hadn’t really treated me badly. I mean, yeah, he’d called me Duffy to no end, which was annoying and hurtful, but overall, Wesley had been good to me.

I didn’t tell Casey this, though. I didn’t say anything at all. She didn’t know about that last night with Wesley, how he had been my friend for about twelve solid hours. She didn’t know about Dad’s relapse, or the way Wesley had stood up for me. Those were things I could never tell her.

She was getting pissed at him only because she was scared. Scared I’d run back to him and forget about her and Jessica again. Defending Wesley wouldn’t have helped put that worry to rest.

Toby had gone from geek to hero in Casey’s mind in a matter of days. Simply because he hadn’t taken me from her. I wasn’t spending every afternoon with him the way I had with Wesley. I didn’t really want to. Sometimes that scared me, but I figured that that was normal. This was a healthy, nonescapist relationship, unlike what I’d had with Wesley. And at the moment, I was really happy to be spending some time with my friends.

I turned into Casey’s driveway and hit the automatic unlock button on my door. “Don’t worry about me. You’re right. Toby is awesome, and he’s made it so much easier to move on. I already have. Things are going well for me, so don’t worry.”

“Okay,” she said. “Good. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, B.”

“Bye.”

She climbed out of the car, and I drove away, wondering whether I’d just lied to her. Honestly, I wasn’t sure.

On the way home, Wesley called again.

I ignored him.

Because things were going well for me.