My blood approves

“I’ve heard so much about you.” He let go of my hand and took a step back so he was at a polite distance. Mae stayed planted at my side, and she had started stroking my hair again. I realized belatedly that she was showing me off.

“All of it good, I hope,” I replied quietly. It was an incredibly cheesy thing to say, but I couldn’t think of anything better.

With Ezra stepping back, he couldn’t quite eclipse my view the way he had before, and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Peter, who was staring straight back at me. He leaned his shoulder against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Wearing tight fitting jeans and a black tee shirt, he was so amazingly gorgeous that I had to pull my eyes away to look back at Ezra, who suddenly didn’t seem quite as astonishing in comparison.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Mae gushed, putting her arm around me. All the attention was flattering, but very odd. Mae treated me as if I had cured cancer or walked on water, and all I had done was show up.

“She is something,” Ezra admitted, and I felt him appraising me, so I straightened my back slightly. “But you knew she would be.” I didn’t know what the hell that meant, and I wanted terribly to ask, but I knew it would have to wait until we left and I was safely in the car with Jack.

“She’s just a girl,” Peter scoffed, making me crumble inside. My body slouched automatically, but I fought to keep my facial expression even. Ezra turned to shoot a glance at Peter, who just looked away and shifted his weight.

“Peter.” Ezra wasn’t disapproving this time. He just sounded like he didn’t understand him at all.

“Well, you don’t need to put her on display,” Peter muttered. He refused to look at me, but he snuck glances at Ezra. “She’s here. I get it.”

“I was just introducing her to Ezra,” Mae told him, but there was a protective edge to her voice.

“I’m sorry about Peter,” Ezra turned back to me, smiling apologetically.

“He seems to have completely lost his mind.”

Peter rolled his eyes at that, and I wondered what it was about me that bothered him so much. I’d barely said anything around him. In fact, I’d mostly just stood there and stared dumbly. How could that be so offensive to anyone?

“We’re just kind of standing here,” Jack pointed out. He’d been standing off to the side of me, crouched down on the floor so he could pet Matilda, who had rolled over on her back so he could rub her belly. “You know what would be fun?”

“Nobody wants to play Guitar Hero.” Mae sounded exasperated when she turned to give him a look.

“But you can download whatever song you want and play that!” Jack whined.

“He’s back on that again?” Ezra asked, looking a little disappointed.

“He bought a new system or something,” Mae explained wearily. “I don’t know. It’s just been the past couple days.”

“Well, maybe we should let the kids play, and you can fill me in on what else I’ve missed while I was gone,” Ezra suggested.

Mae took a step away from me, and he looped his arm around her slender waist. They really looked perfect together, and something about them made me incredibly jealous. Not because I really wanted to be with Ezra (although, there were much worse things I could do) but because of how obviously they were made for each other. I wanted to be made for somebody like that.

“Have you played Guitar Hero?” Jack asked suddenly. I’m assuming he was asking me, but he was already hurrying over to the giant plasma television hanging on the wall and hooking up the gaming system.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Mae gently touched my arm. “And don’t be afraid to tell him when you’ve had enough. He can play that game for hours, so you’re gonna have to be the one to stop him.”

When they walked out of the room, Mae rested her head on Ezra’s shoulder, and I couldn’t help but feel sad to see them go. Peter, strangely enough, didn’t take this as his cue to exit, and stood where he was, glowering at everyone and everything.

“So have you?” Jack looked back over his shoulder at me.

Matilda had followed him over to where he sat crouched on the floor, putting the game in the player and hooking up the wireless guitar controllers.

She shoved her nose right in his hair, drooling over it, but he didn’t seem to really mind or notice.

“Like once, at a friend’s house,” I said. Jane had been making out with a guy the entire time, while I sat downstairs in the living room and played Guitar Hero with his nine-year-old brother. It had been a hoot.

“It’s really awesome,” Jack enthused.

“I don’t know why you’re making the poor girl play with you,” Peter commented. For once, he didn’t sound angry or irritated, and I think he was almost coming to my defense. Okay, I was definitely trying too hard to read into everything, but it made me feel better anyway. “You’re going to completely slaughter her.”