6. Tell Him No
Later that night, I got a call from Dylan, telling me to meet him at the bridge. What is Kym's brother calling me for? I bet I can guess.
“You keep your boy away from my sister, ya hear?” he said just as I made it up the steep hill. He was waiting for me. His dark green jacket made him look like he had more muscle on his arms than h really did. Which made him look more intimidating, and I guess that was the goal.
The ground was kinds soft and muddy, it had stopped raining but the sky was still ugly so I had a dark-blue hoodie pulled well past my forehead. I was glad I had a reason to keep the hood over my eyes, because I didn't want to see him and I didn't want him to look at me either. “I can't control what Seth does.”
“Well, you make sure you try because she came home crying today.”
“Why? It was Carter he touched, not her... at least not in the way I saw.”
“So you were there?” he scoffed. “Look, don't play games with me, she told me what happen. And, Lyza, let me get this through your stubborn hood skull...” he came over to touch my forehead but I slap it down. “What you freaks call 'sex', without consent, it's what we normal people call 'rape'”
“What? Rape” I repeat. “What the hell are you talking about, Seth didn't rape anyone. Kym went with him willingly. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was her idea in the first place.”
“Please...” he scoffed again.
“Oh, come on, Dylan, wake up! Her legs are more difficult to keep shut than your mouth.”
“Just shut up, okay? You used to be one of us. Now, you're just jealous of my sister, that's why you're sticking up for Seth.”
“Jealous?” I repeat again, this time with amusement. “Of her? The slut that uses my best friend for money? That's called prostitution. That's illegal too. And that's what she is really doing."