The Boy Project by Kami Kinard

Author:Kami Kinard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2011-11-16T05:00:00+00:00

The boys’ room. Still.

If you ever want to be disillusioned by someone you once thought was cool and maybe even good-looking in an offbeat way, just spend some time alone with him in a bathroom. Because that’s how I realized that Malcolm Maxwell is definitely not — and never will be — my soul mate.

Here’s what happened: Malcolm came into the stall next to me and sat down. (I knew he was sitting because his feet were pointing toward the door and I knew it was Malcolm because I recognized the graffiti on his high-tops.)

Of course, realizing that people could be recognized by their shoes alone made me panic for a sec. Then I remembered that, in an effort to wear them out faster, I’d worn my gender-neutral white and gray running shoes. (Thank goodness the store was out of the ones with the shimmery purple swoosh.)

But just when I thought my identity was safe, Malcolm said, “Dude, there’s no roll in here. Pass the paper.”

I panicked. The blood drumming in my ears was as loud as Malcolm rapping on his snare during band. I imagined him seeing the Frosted Pink Posy polish on my practical, stubby nails as I handed over the paper he needed. Would he then demand to know which girl was on the other side of the stall wall? What would everyone do when they found out I was hiding in the boys’ room?

Thankfully, the next thing he said was, “Never mind, dude. I found a gum wrapper.” Then he chuckled.

You can see why I have issues with Malcolm now. I could tell that he needed a lot more coverage than what could be had from a tiny wrapper. And I did NOT hear the sink running after he left the stall. Eww.

I can’t imagine that my one and only true soul mate will be someone who sends a gum wrapper in to do what is clearly a two-ply job. Talk about lack of perspective! So Malcolm is off of the list.

And even though the data I collected is somewhat disturbing, I have to say that the boys’ room is a great place to conduct research, because Malcolm said seventeen words to me when he thought I was a guy in the next stall and before that, he’d only said one. So now I have seventeen times as much information as I normally would, just because he didn’t know he was talking to a girl.

Okay. The bell is going to ring in a few minutes. Now that I’m alone, I’d better go peek around the door. If no one is in the hall — I’m outta here!

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