Girls, Amirite? *Evan*

Sam left and I walked upstairs. I opened Brock's door.

"Here's Johnny!" I yelled as he looked at me.

Brock stopped looking at me and continued to clean his glasses.

"Seriously?"

"Hello, Evan."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Fuck you too then."

I saw his shelves.

'So boring!' I thought as I noticed one book was out of place. 'Odd. He normally has every book in a specific spot.'

"Don't touch it." he said loudly.

"Okay, jeez." I thought about something. "Is this for Lucinda?" I asked, annoyingly.

"Yes. Problem?" he said as he put his glasses back on.

"No."

'Nerd.' I thought.

"She'll let me read a book of hers, so I'll let her keep that one."

"Why can't you keep hers?"

"It's something she cherishes, so she'll want it back."

"Girls, am I right?"

"Shut up." Brock was annoyed by now.

"How about I help you two become friends? I can leave." I said.

"What about Samantha?"

"She walked out a few minutes ago."

"Okay. Fine, just get out of my room."

"I'll make sure to." I said as I slowly walked out of Brock's room.

I went into my room to get my shoes and jacket.

'I hope I can be the next Cupid. Those two belong together.'