The Fill - In Boyfriend
Episode 13's

Madam Rios must have had supersonic hearing because her head was pointed at us. I'm leaning. Half the class passed and I swear Bec was just trying to drive me crazy by not saying a word. Finally he returned the note to me.

You'll be his date to the party. "His new "girlfriend. You owe him.

My heart was pounding on my chest. I've told her that I owe her a fake date on prom night. He'll take me there. Why did he take me there?

The day passed very slowly as I thought about Saturday. I hope meeting him again won't ruin my plans. No, it's good. As I said before, he can answer my question and it will be over.

It was hot when I headed to Claire's car at the end of the day. Was it hot all day? I took off my sweater and tied it up through my backpack strap. When I looked up, Logan Fowler stood in front of me, blocking my path. Her gentle smile and confident posture reminded me why I told Claire to take her to the party. He must be material. I returned his smile.

“Logan.”

“Gia. What happened at the prom? You should be my queen. "

“Do you rub it by saying that you won and I didn't, Logan?”

He laughed out loud. I'm just surprised you didn't, that's all.

Why does everyone keep talking about this? Do they want me to be angry? “I guess you should dance with me next time.” I moved to surround him but he stretched out his arm, stopping me.

“I'll have a party this weekend. Coming."

"Last week?"

"Saturday."

The invitation Bec left on my table for all the first period came to my mind. Of course on the same day. He'll kill me if I get ransomed now. “I can't, but thank you for the invitation.” I pushed his arm away and left him, smiling widely to let him know that I didn't mean to be evil.

“I see how you. Play hard to get it. ”

I laughed and kept going.

Claire was in her car when I got there. I fell into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, hello also to you,” Claire said.

"Hello dear."

“Oh, now you speak sweetly to me.” He started the car. “So, check my hair.”

I saw his hair but didn't see anything extraordinary. It was long, black, and shiny as usual. Yeah, it's still perfect.

He pushed my shoulder. “I want you to note that there were no side effects from surfing yesterday. No — what do you think? —Trauma sea water. ”

“Well, it's because you have beautiful magical Asian hair. Mine's not gonna be that good. "

“Magic Asian Hair?”

“Do not try to deny it. How did it go yesterday? Are you all having fun? ”

"Yes, but Jules and her mother had a fight again so it turned into a therapy session."

"Did you tell her that no one could get along with their mother?"

"Except you."

"You didn't tell him, did you?" It's as if Jules needs another reason to hate me.

“No, I didn't do it. But the problem with her mother went beyond the norm and there was not much I could say that made her feel better. "

"What the hell is going on? Is she okay? ”

“He doesn't want to talk to me. And what makes you think I can help? "

“I don't know. You're okay with other people. ”

"Not with him." Claire might just try to get Jules and me to talk more. He might as well give Jules some stories about me that she should have helped. But Jules didn't want to be my friend, so I'm not sure why Claire thought that whatever I told her would make a difference. I knew it meant a lot to Claire, and maybe it would help a lot so I said, "I'll try."

"Thank you."

The first thing I noticed when Claire stopped at my house was my brother's obsolete car sitting by the side of the road.

"Drew's here?" Said Claire. “I should probably stay.”

“Funny,” I said. "And disgusting."

“Come on, you know she's sweet. I can't help it. " He turned off his car and got out with me. I rolled my eyes but laughed.

Inside, Drew has a plate filled with food like he hasn't eaten for weeks. Maybe the last good meal he ate was here, three weeks ago. He had some new growth on his face that made him look much older than me when in fact we were only three years apart.

"You're home" I said no need.

His mouth was full of food but he kept smiling. He even added "Hey, brother."

"Hi."

“Hai,” says Claire too.

He swallowed. "How are you? And yes, I went home for the weekend. "

It's only Thursday.

“I have no class on Friday.”

I wondered if his presence here would change my plans for Saturday. Did you want us to have family dinner that night?

Claire sat at the table on the chair opposite her. “How's UCLA? I'll be there in a hundred days with Gia. "

He looked at her amusedly. "And how many hours?"

His cheeks became pink. "I don't know yet."

“Yeah, you'll love it. That's good." Drew bit the food again and then turned towards me. "I met Bradley the other day."

Oh? My face is numb. I don't want to talk about Bradley right now, in front of Claire. I'm afraid something will come out. When I tell Claire the truth, it has to be just her and me. My sister won't help.

“She said you guys were fighting?”

Is that what he said? That we're fighting? " I'm not sure what that means. That he thought we'd get back together? He hasn't called me back since I left a message the day before.

Drew's eyebrows are down. “I think that's what he said. Aren't you fighting? ”

"He broke up with me."

"He's cheating" Claire added.

Rubbish. "Well, I mean, it looks like it is, like that," I said to smooth things out just in case my brother conveyed this back to Bradley.

“What do you mean like that?” Claire said, angry on my behalf. “There's another girl there. He basically admitted it. "