She was sure he’d catch the bus, this time she’d really try. She had seen him so many times yet didn’t feel brave enough to approach him even if he was alone. Plus her father was such a nerd, all he did was get in the way of her social life. Hardly the easiest way of making friends, especially with guys.
Thelma looked at the mirror for the last time before leaving. Her nose as usual like a deformed potato stuck out. No make-up could change that. She had always wanted to be an actress and overheard Mary say once that Holden’s brother worked in Hollywood. Perhaps she could get him to introduce her to D.B.
“Surely with my pointy boobs I’d make it in a big way, never mind my nails, I’ll cover them up with falsies. Anyway, who’s going to look at them with these beauties in the way,” she said to herself.
Pouting in the mirror, she checked her lipstick was in place. As she was about to open the door, her father shouted back at her to come in. She walked into the kitchen, covering her chest with her hands.
Her father was sitting there pregnant in a tight sleeveless vest, two angry bunches of hair growing from under his arms made him look like a real slob.
“Hey girl come back in here, wanna take a look at you.”
He didn’t trust that girl, she was always sighing at the Saint Alban’s boys in the hall and football matches. Particularly at the scrawny weirdo, one of the Thomson’s boys. A psychopath with no future, he had been expelled from several schools before. A good for nothing, he knew all about him he had easy access to everyone’s private history.
Mr. Boarm looked her up and down as if he was seeing his daughter for the first time. She had changed and how she had changed. Her mini pleated skirt, her eyes overloaded with makeup made her look like a Lolita, a real tart with red smudged all over her lips.
“Now where are you off to young lady?”
“Gee just getting the bus to a friend’s, Papa,” she replied, reddening and trying to hide her discomfort.
“I’ll take you,” he said, shaking the car keys.
“I’m alright Papa. Please, I’m a grown girl now, I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Ok honey, but I don’t want you anywhere near that, what’s his name…that Thomson boy, Holden. His parents are a respectable lot and keep themselves to themselves. His brother is making it big in Hollywood, yeah he’s a winner, clever enough to leave his writing behind. I mean he’s got a Jaguar and all. But that skinny one.”
Thelma couldn’t forget how different Holden was to the rest, sensitive and with a mind of his own. He looked like a Roman Emperor the last time she saw him, standing there on top of Kingston hill looking down at the cheering crowd. She realized now that she quite liked him.
She walked out, the fresh air pricking her hot cheeks, her breathing thudding in her ears. Nothing would stop her now, she’d tell him, yes she would. Her profile photo belonged to another girl, but did that really matter? Everyone did it.