I Know Him

Eddie had a crush on Rachel. I mean everyone in school had a crush on Rachel but Eddie held a real torch for her. No matter whether it was in this timeline or the other one that I'd lived in, I'd caught him watching her when he thought no one was looking and not in a 'checking her out' kind of way but rather far more in a 'too scared to make a move but still entranced' kind of way.

I liked Rachel too. I'd had a crush on her that had lasted for decades. But as a guy I knew that even if I had the chance to have her, to be with her, a part of me couldn't help but feel like I was taking that chance away from him.

Good thing neither of us had a chance in the first place, or so we both thought.

But I was there yesterday. Rachel told me the truth, told me what she really thought. Rachel let me know that she had a little bit of a crush of her own.

On him. On Eddie. Because that makes any kind of sense at all.

I'm not saying that it's anywhere near the same intensity of crush that he had on her. In all likelihood it'ws more curiosity rather than the pursuit of anything serious on her part.

But the prospect was intriguing, and in the end it was something that I could hold over him if I wanted to. Why would I do that though, when it was so much more fun to lay it all out?

"I didn't tell her a thing, don't you worry about that. Didn't ruin your chances with her."

Eddie scoffs a little too defensively, "I'm not interested in Rachel. She's not my type."

"Oh no," I agree to easily, "I can see that. Beautiful. Funny. Sexy. Available. Nice. Fun. Chipper. Cheerful. Yeah, I can see why she wouldn't be the type for your dour ass."

"You talk like you know me-"

"Because I do, Eddie," I lose my patience for a moment, snapping at him for an instant before I breathe out slowly and remember myself, "I know you've got a crush on her. Which isn't that surprising or unique mind you since everyone in the damn group and probably half the school has a crush on her already. And for the record the other half only doesn't have that crush because it's only day three and they haven't seen her yet. So yes, I do know you have a crush on her."

"She's not my type," he insists.

"What is your type then?" I say, "And you better not say tomboys with pixie cuts who know a suspicious amount about you because I will not hesitate to put you on your ass, girl-Kim be damnded."

He halts for a second, correcting himself a moment later, "Don't flatter yourself."

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