Weird Girl and What's His Name by Meagan Brothers Read Free Book Online Page A

you get your lazy fat ass in gear and clean up the kitchen after you cook dinner, or whatever. Sometimes I wished Leo and my mom could switch places for a day. But I wouldn’t want Lula to have to deal with my mom.
    I pulled into a spot close to the Garden Center and gave Leo the keys. He wanted to try on golf pants while we were there. We were also supposed to remind him to pick up some low-sodium chicken broth and Scotch Tape. Lula pulled me along with her to the Electronics section to scope out the Blu-ray player she had her sights on. She was convinced that the eventual Blu-ray release of Lord of the Rings was going to be the ultimate viewing experience of her life thus far, and she wanted to be prepared, but Leo wouldn’t buy the player for her. Tech nerd that he was, Leo said something better was probably just around the corner, and he wasn’t convinced yet that Blu-ray wasn’t going to be this decade’s answer to Betamax. Whatever that meant.
    â€œSo, that’s about ten more golf games I have to caddy to be able to afford the mind-boggling high definition of Blu-ray,” Lula sighed. Leo had gotten her the golf course job, driving carts for the old duffers and hauling golf bags that were almost as big as she was. He always used to take her along during his golf games, when she was a little kid and Janet had a day job. So Lula actually knew a ridiculous amount about the game. Still, I asked her why she didn’t just work in the pro shop, where all you had to do was stand around in the air conditioning, handing out towels and baskets of balls for the driving range. Lula said she liked being out on the links.
    â€œYou wouldn’t believe the dirty jokes these old guys tell,” she confided giddily. “Filthy. Absolutely the worst. Also, they think it’s adorable when a short girl carries their bags, so I get big tips.”
    None of the DVDs were catching my eye, so I wandered over to the CDs. I browsed the titles, looking for something Andy would like, but it seemed like it was all Country, Heavy Metal, and Top 40. There was a greatest hits of Buddy Holly CD—Buddy Holly was sixties, right?
    â€œHey, Ronnie. It’s Ronnie, right?” I looked around. It took me a minute to realize that someone was speaking to me, and that the person was Sexy Seth Brock, our school’s requisite hot quarterback. Not that I was interested. I wasn’t really into jock types, and Seth had a girlfriend, besides. But I have to admit, he was pretty easy on the eyes.
    â€œMe? Uh, it’s Rory, actually.” Or just good ol’ What’s His Name. Whatever works.
    â€œOh yeah. Rory. Weren’t we in Mr. Tanner’s Biology class together last year?”
    â€œUm. Yeah. I believe we were.” He borrowed test notes from me. Twice.
    â€œI knew I remembered you. I just couldn’t remember your name.” Sexy Seth flipped his shaggy surfer-hair out of his eyes. “Things were kinda crazy last year. It was my first year on varsity.”
    â€œOh.” Yeah, I bet being a gorgeous, popular football player made life really difficult for you, Seth.
    â€œFind anything good?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œCDs.” He motioned to the ones in his hands. “I’m gonna try this new Foo Fighters. I was into the early stuff, but then it kinda got too metal-y for me. I was looking for the Pavement reissues, but then I remembered, hey, I’m at Walmart.” Seth kind of laughed. “Schoolkids Records it ain’t.”
    â€œYeah,” I said, not knowing what he was talking about. Rock music wasn’t my thing. I jammed the Buddy Holly CD sloppily back in the racks. “Not much, um. Cool music. Hey, uh. I like your T-shirt.”
    â€œPretty awesome, right?” Seth pulled at the hem. The T-shirt had a sketch of a human head, like something out of an anatomy book, and said I A M A S CIENTIST . “It was my brother’s. You’ve