Impulse Control (1651)
"How's it hangin, Roberto?" Brandon plopped down on the bench, opened his brown paper lunch bag. "Sweet, PB&J!"
Robert grunted, nose deep in a physics textbook.
"Cheer up, it's gonna be a bitchin day. We're getting you a Prom date."
At this, Robert actually looked at him. "Oh God. None of your weird bullshit. Please."
"Poor impulse control, my man. Can't help it."
"God." Robert rolled his eyes. "You know that's an actual thing, right? Like, there are actually people with poor impulse control, and it's not Brandon-bullshit-disorder."
"Whatever." He slapped Robert on the shoulder. "So, Prom. We're hooking you up today. Whatre you thinkin?"
Robert hesitated, glanced around the courtyard, then leaned forward. "All right, here's the thing. Bianca--" He paused.
Brandon whistled. Bianca was a cutie, all right. Curly red hair, light blue eyes, nice figure. Easy on the eyes all round. He'd been thinking of asking her himself. "Ah, Bianca. He paused. Good choice. Let's make it happen."
"But--"
"I get it. You're scared, right? No problem."
"No, I--"
"No fear, I got this! Poor impulse control to the rescue." He dropped the PB&J back in his lunch bag, leapt to his feet.
"God damn it, wait!"
Brandon pretended not to hear. He was off to the races. He jogged over toward a pack of girls sitting on the courtyard's lone patch of grass, leaving Robert spluttering in his wake. Make a decision and do it, that was the only way to roll.
"Ladies." He nodded at them, but zeroed in on Bianca. They were all staring; too late to worry about that now. "Got a question for you, acting champ."
Bianca glanced around at her friends as if looking for a lifeline, then looked up at him. Her face went pink, setting off the freckles nicely. She looked back down. "Um. Ok?"
He stood tall, and went for it. "Bianca, will you go to Prom--" Dramatic pause. "With me?" Wait. Shit. That wasnt what hed meant to say.
Her mouth made a little "o", and she looked up at him. Her friends tittered, and she went a little pinker. "Um. All right."
Shit! No. "Great. Awesome." He nodded. As he turned away, her friends' titters turned into full on giggles.
He stopped by the water fountain, then walked slowly back to the bench, plopped down, and got the PB&J out.
Robert was staring at him, eyes wide. She said yes?
Brandon nodded.
God. Robert buried his face in the physics textbook. I didnt want--now theyll think Im weird for not asking her for myself.
Um, said Brandon, through a mouthful of PB&J. Yeah. Maybe. He swallowed, looked over at Bianca, now smiling and laughing with her friends, a hint of pink still in her cheeks.
Robert dropped his textbook with a thump. You never listen.
Um. Brandon stared at Bianca a moment longer. No worries, my man. Ill go tell her you changed your mind, and--
God. Then theyll think Im psychotic. No. None of your bullshit, ok? Robert reached down, picked the textbook back up. Its fine. Whatever. Ill live with taking her to the Prom.
Hell-o! A small blond head popped up behind Robert. It was Dierdre; Brandon rolled his eyes. Robert-o, she caroled. Whats this about the Prom?
Your dumbass brother asked Bianca to go to Prom with me.
Re-ally?
Brandon grabbed her shoulder. Hey, go away. Ill tell you all about it at home.
She shrugged him off. Brandons just jealous, he totally wanted to ask Bianca himself. I dont know why, redheads are way overrated. She shrugged Brandon off again. Hands off, Mr. Poor Impulse Control. Im going already. She flashed a quick grin at Robert, and headed off to wherever the sophomores sat.
Robert watched her go, eyes wide, pupils dilated. He turned to Brandon. Did you really want to ask Bianca? I thought-- He paused, seemed to change his mind about speaking.
"Ill probably go stag," said Brandon into the silence.
"Huh. Robert buried himself in physics again.
*
Brandon sat at his desk, the afternoon sun warming him and making his eyes droop, PB&J sitting comfortably in his stomach, the low hum of Mrs. Jackson's government lesson washing over and past him.
He looked over at Bianca, in time to catch her staring. She quickly looked away.
Robert was going to kill him when he found out. There had to be some way to fix the whole thing. He sighed. Maybe he could find somebody else for Robert to go with. But no, that wasnt fair--Robert thought hed been hooked up with the prettiest girl in the Senior class. Maybe he could convince Robert that he wanted to go with someone else, instead. That could work. Or--wait. Maybe he could convince Bianca to drop him and go with Robert instead. Robert would never have to know.
He opened his mouth to say something to Bianca.
Wham! A long eraser hit the desk in front of him, kicking up a cloud of chalk dust. Mrs. Jackson stood above him, her normally smiling eyes half-closed in a glare. "Mr. Kellson. Wake up, or you're visiting the principal."
Brandon sat up straight, eyes watering, feeling slightly dazed. "Uh, right." He coughed. "Sorry, Mrs. Jackson. See, I was just thinking that I should tell Bianca--"
"Hey!" Mrs. Jackson snapped her fingers in front of his face; he jumped. The rest of the class laughed. "Eyes front, listen up, at least pretend to be learning something. Talk to your girlfriend after class." Bianca, predictably, went pink.
"She's not--"
"Don't really care." She raised a hand to stop him talking. "Let's get back to government."
Brandon closed his mouth, and carefully didn't look at Bianca the rest of class.
*
"Hey, listen up." Brandon caught Bianca's arm as they walked out of the government classroom.
She kept walking. "Why? She didnt move to dislodge his arm. "You planning to embarrass me again?" She was once again going pink, but her lips quirked up at the corners.
"No." He considered a moment as he walked alongside. "I mean, yeah." This was his out! Yeah, probably.
She snorted, a surprisingly unladylike noise from such a pretty girl.
"No, I--that was what I wanted to talk about. He released her arm, gestured expansively. Im weird and embarrassing--you know, poor impulse control--and, well, youre probably better off going to Prom with someone else."
She raised an eyebrow.
"I mean." He paused. Wouldnt you rather go with someone like, I dunno, Robert?
She let out a quick, sharp breath, and her eyes narrowed. Look, if you changed your mind, just come out and say it.
"What?"
"I mean, fine. No problem. You only asked me in front of all my friends. You only got me blushing in front of the whole class.
She was even prettier when she was mad, Brandon decided. I--
Fine, yeah, fob me off on your friend half an hour later.
"Thats not what I--I just though maybe you wouldnt want--"
Bianca stopped walking. "You are such an idiot." She turned away abruptly, wiped her eyes, then headed off, seemingly at random.
Brandon watched her go, wincing. She was right.
He was an idiot.
*
Brandon sat on the usual bench, eating the usual PB&J. He hadn't seen Robert since yesterday; hadn't had a chance to tell him he'd screwed things up. Or about his plans for fixing things.
"Roberto! Brandon dropped the PB&J. My man, I was wondering where you got to."
Robert plopped down beside him, looking wilted. His hair was sticking up, his clothes looked slept in, and his eyes drooped. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Look, I was talking to Dierdre at break, and--"
Brandon sat up straight. "Hey! That gives me an idea!"
"God. No more ideas." He glared until Brandon nodded agreement. "Anyway, she said--
"Hell-o!" Deirdre bounced onto the bench next to Robert.
"Dierdre!" Brandon reached across Robert, grabbed her arm like a lifeline. "Listen, I got this great idea! What if you go to Prom with Robert?"
She pushed his arm away. What are you talking about, idiot? Hes going with Bianca.
"But what if he wasnt?
What, she changed her mind? Deirdres voice rose in pitch. So now Im second-choice girl?
"Oh come on. You cant go unless an upperclassman asks you. Anyway, you totally have a crush on Robert.
Bran-don! Deirdre covered her face. I do not! Jerk! She nearly tripped over herself as she scrambled to her feet, then scampered away, blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.
"God. Robert watched as she disappeared behind a building. Way to go. Now shell be too embarrassed to ever talk to me again.
Yeah. Brandon rolled his eyes. Im getting good at that. Poor impulse control.
They sat there for a few minutes in silence. Robert flipped through a textbook. Brandon stared at the PB&J, not eating it.
"So, said Robert.
Yeah.
Spill it.
Brandon sighed. I--didnt actually ask Bianca to go with you. I asked her to go with me.
Robert nodded. Yeah, thats what I figured.
You did?
Sure, said Robert. Youre not that hard to figure out. How long have we been friends now?
But arent you mad?
God, said Robert. I told you you never listen. I didnt want to go with her in the first place. Dumbass.
Oh.
Yeah, oh. Robert imitated him.
So you dont mind, if I-- He tilted his head toward the patch of grass where Bianca sat. He wondered if she'd even talk to him again.
Nope. Robert laughed. Maybe shell teach you some impulse control.
Hey, said Brandon. Thats a real thing, you know. Not just me-bullshit-disorder.
Yeah, said Robert. He looked back at his textbook, but he was smiling. I know.