easy.
âOkay, time ,â Carly says, for the first time not sounding excited but rather cautious. Canât blame her there. I literally have no idea who the first celebrity is.
âOh, jeez.â
See, this is why I like everything written out beforehand. I am trying to star in my life story, not appear as the unbilled comic sidekick.
âSay something,â a girl from my team says. âSay anything.â
Amir and I catch eyes and dammit I look away.
âIs it a man or a woman?â says Faye Dunaway.
âI think a man.â
âOh, Christ .â
âI meanâsorryâdefinitely a guy.â
âThirty seconds!â Carly says.
âOkay,â I say, âhis last name is, like, French.â
âGérard Depardieu!â a teammate says, and I appreciate, at least, the relatively obscure movie star reference.
âNo, but really good guess.â
âThanks. I donât need positive reinforcement, I need clues .â
Yikes.
â Guys , back off,â Carly goes, but oh God: I donât want to be that kid who everyone has to be nice to because their parents got a handout at the beginning of the year saying their child would be sharing the classroom with âsomeone exceptional.â
âOh!â I say. I swing my arms so wide that it knocks an entire liter of Fanta into a bowl of corn chips. Worth it. âHis last name is like Pepé Le Pew. You know, the, like, possum cartoon thing.â
âHe was a skunk ,â a girl says, wiping Fanta from her leg. You could say it kind of splashed âeverywhere.â
âAnd his first name is Italian!â I go.
âTime!â Carly hollers. Big hoots from the Pittsburgh team, who are up three-nothing. Josh is literally still getting high-fives for the John Travolta/Oprah sequence.
âPepé Le Pew was a skunk ,â that girl says again, in case I didnât hear her, which I did.
âWell, who was it?â asks my âhot as ballsâ teammate, who never even tried to guess during my round, not even once.
âI thought we werenât showing clues,â I say, but now nobody puts up a fight, and so I hold up the celebrity for him to see.
âMario Lemieux ?â he goes. âYou donât know who Mario Lemieux is?â
âOne of the most legendary Penguins of all time,â somebody else adds.
Ugh. A hockey reference. The clue might as well have been written upside down, in Arabic.
âJesus, you call yourself a Pittsburgher?â
âNo.â I sit down. âIâm from Cleveland.â
The âhot as ballsâ guy leans forward. Now I see what heâs doing. Heâs impressing this girl next to him. âYou could have literally just said, âThis guyâs first name was one of the most iconic Nintendo characters of all time.âââ
I try not to scrunch my eyebrows at him, but whoops .
âSuper Mario Brothers,â he goes. âHello? Are you secretly ninety ?â
The girl next to him giggles and whaps his shoulder in a âYou big lugâ kind of way. They are definitely doing it later tonight.
I hug my knees. I am the last American virgin.
âSo, whose birthday is next?â Carly tries to say, but itâs as if the soundman forgot to turn on her microphone; thatâs the effect her prompt has. Nothing.
I get up to take the ruined corn chips to the kitchenâalso to launch an investigation into whether my face is incredibly hot or incredibly cold (itâs one or the other)âand as I set the bowl in the sink, a spider crawls out from beneath the windowsill and startles me enough that I back up, hard, into somebody.
âSorry,â I say. With my luck, itâs probably the girl whose bright white jeans were splashed with Fanta.
Nope. Itâs worse.
âNo problem.â
Itâs Amir. We made actual physical contact and I didnât even have the benefit of