“Who’s that girl playing guitar?” Flip shouted in my ear. “She’s cuuu-ute.”

I took a step away from him then, just in case whatever brain fever he had was contagious.

“Dude, gross! That’s my sister,” I said.

“You have a sister?” he said.

“Are you joking?” I asked him. “You’ve probably seen her at school a hundred times by now.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me she was your sister?” he said.

“I don’t know. It’s like owning the fart in the room,” I said.

The other part of the answer was that I didn’t like people knowing my little sister was ten times smarter than me. But I didn’t tell that to Flip. He was just standing there smiling at Georgia while she turned the color of a stop sign.

“Yeah, well, you know what?” he said, bopping his head like he actually liked the music. “That’s one cute fart.”

Ugh.