That night Spot and I walked around like usual but I wasn't my regular self. Sandy's words kept repeating in the back of my mind. I shouldn't have cared so much, I mean it wasn't like I was in love with him or something, then it hit me. Was I? I was quieter than usual, and Spot noticed. He eventually said something.
"Siren? What's wrong?" He asked as we stopped on the Brooklyn Bridge. I leaned over the railing.
"Nothing." I replied trying to sound convincing. He didn't buy it.
"Come on Siren, youse can tell me's anyting." He assured me.
"Really it's nothing." I pressed. He could tell I didn't want to talk about it, so he changed the subject.
"So I was thinking about going out wid Sandy." He replied. I wanted to shoot myself right there and then.
"What?" I blurted out in outrage.
"Well I'se was jist thinking about it." He shrugged.
"It's cause she's got blue eyes, blonde hair, and a gorgeous figure, right?" I looked him in the eye.
"Siren what's wrong?" He asked, not understanding why I was so furious.
"For the last time nothing." I replied irritated. We stood there in silence. "I think you should go out with her." I finally said. Who was I to tell him who to date? He looked up at me. "You want to, so why don't you." I replied. He shrugged.
"She is beautiful." He replied.
"Yes, yes she is." I replied smiling. Yet inside I felt like dying. He was right though she was gorgeous, I could never compete that's for sure.
"You know what, you'se ok. I'se neva had a goil friend, that I'se could jist tawk ta, and not be all romantic about." At that point I knew I had to go. I couldn't stay any longer. At that point I knew he could never like me in that way. I wasn't sure if I liked him, but just knowing that it would never be anyway, just made my stomach ache. Sandy was right, who could ever like me?
"Umm…I need to go." I replied.
"But it's only nine o'clock."
"I know, but I forgot I…I…I have to be somewhere." I replied running off before Spot could interrogate me any further.