Chapter Eight

His Only Girl

I actually kind of liked the way things worked out this morning. Eyeball and Andrea discovered that, despite him being a hood and her being Peggy-sue, they could actually get on really well. They shared memories from their schooldays and had a lot to laugh about together.

Eyeball apologised to Andrea for the incident in school when they were like ten that had come between them and told her that he would never tell little Tommy Miller that she liked him again. I found all of this pretty amusing. Especially the bit about Andrea liking Tommy Miller.

I could also tell that Andrea was really admiring Eyeball's way with kids. I was downright shocked by it. Eyeball can't even get on with his 14-year-old brother and his friends so I didn't think children would be his thing at all.

It was also a shock to me that Andrea was admiring Eyeball. They got on brilliantly. They had so much in common. In fact, they talked to each other all morning. Andrea seemed to be having a great time talking to my boyfriend. Bitch.

Ok so I was jealous. Yeah, I know that he asked me out steady but I felt really left out. He was talking to my really pretty, tall, skinny, popular sister and he had completely forgotten about little dumpy, ginger, ugly me. Yep, I was jealous of my big sister.

I was actually starting to get a bit envious of Amy, Sitting there on Eyeball's knee and chatting away to him. Yes, my seven-year-old sister was getting more attention from my boyfriend than I was. Hmmm…. Boyfriend. I'm really getting a buzz out of saying that. My boyfriend Eyeball.

Andrea then offered to mind the children and let Eyeball (my boyfriend) and I go out. However, that then presented the problem of not being able to go out in public together, officially a couple or not. So we made it to the back door of my house where we stood against the outside wall having a smoke.

"So what's wrong?" He asked, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh. Nothing." I lied. I knew I was being stupid.

"Is it 'cause we still can't go anywhere?" He asked.

"No," I replied quickly. "That isn't your fault."

"I know but I figured it might be annoyin' ya. I mean, we seem to have gotten Andrea's approval, I'm even talking to her and, y'know, and we're going steady now… We should be able to go out…"

"I know, baby, but it's not worth risking." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

"Hey, Eyeball? Y'know when you're out with the guys and there are girls… Well, how're you going to explain not going with anyone…? Unless you mean we're going steady but you're still going to date other girls too 'because, yeah, that's ok too…" I rambled.

"No. That's not what I mean. You're my only girl. I don't know what I'm going to say… We're going to have to tell people at some point…"

His words hung in the air. How could we tell people? How could we tell him? I couldn't let him hurt Eyeball. I couldn't let him hurt Eyeball over me. Why did I ever go out with him? It seemed like a good idea at the time…