Whisper’s parents stood next to the stove, her mom stirring a pot of something that smelled like spicy baby diaper. Dad slipped his arm around her waist and nipped her neck with his mouth. Mom giggled and squeezed his ass. Gross.
Trying in vain to get the image out of her head, Whisper moved silently down the stairs to the finished basement that her brother had commandeered. Gavin and his friend, Cord, were huddled around the sliding door passing a cigarette back and forth. They tried so hard to act cool, to be more grown up. Someday they’d grow up like her parents and wish they were young again. Why were boys so stupid?
In spite of the open door, the room still smelled like Camels. Whisper backed away, stifling a sigh. Maybe the dog was doing something interesting.
“So, um, I gotta question for you,” Cord said.
She moved closer again so she could hear.
“About what?” Gavin asked.
Her heart thumped in surprise. They actually talked about her when she wasn’t around?
“Dude, hold on.” Gavin blew his smoke into the room and waved it around a bit, squinting as if to see into the shadows.
Whisper stepped into the bathroom doorway and managed not to cough or otherwise give away her presence. She held her breath until Gavin turned back to his friend.
“Okay. What is it?”
Cord cleared his throat and a blush rose on his cheeks. “Would you mind if I asked her to the spring dance?”
Her mouth dropped open and she bit her hand so she wouldn’t make any noise. Oh my God. Oh my God. He wanted to take her to the dance! She couldn’t believe it. She was only a sophomore, and Cord Lawson wanted to take her to the dance. Bailey was not going to believe it.
“Seriously, dude? My sister? She’s like, so…eeuww.”
“Yeah, but she’d blend in with the crowd well, don’t you think?”
Gavin stared at him for a second, and then they broke into laughter. Whisper bit back a sob. Fine. That was how they wanted to play? She marched out into the main room–the two boys oblivious–and slugged Cord in the gut before he knew what was happening.
“Oof.” He dropped the cigarette and grabbed his stomach looking frantically around, like a blind man straining to see. “I’m sorry, Whisper, it was just a joke.” She materialized next to him and he bumped against the wall in surprise. “Crap.”
“Jerks,” she said and stalked away.
Sometimes being invisible sucked.