My Ice Prince - стр. 55

– You're a spy» I grinned, but pretended to shake off the right sleeve of my coat and cast a glance at the company next to me.

«There's that flatterer again!» – I thought with a chuckle when I saw among the girls and guys the very same Playboy.

– I know this guy: he's been hitting on me since the beginning of the school year» I said quietly to my friend, and she laughed mockingly. – He's always talking such nonsense!

– I don't like him either: he's kind of slick. And his hair is awful. The guy who hit you by a car is much handsomer, and his hair is marvelous. I've never seen such great hair on a guy. And his hairstyle is cool, and that slick guy's hair looks like it's greased up» Mary said.

I'd forgotten all about Frederik Haraldson. Luckily, he was very unobtrusive.

– By the way, what's the name of the guy? – Mary asked.

– What guy?

– The one who hit you by a car. That's it! The masterpiece is over!

Mary clapped her hands, and I ran my palm through my hair and found that it was now in an oddly braided braid.

– Mary, you're a talent! – I admired you sincerely.

– And let me make you another hairstyle? Would you like to? – Mary asked, immediately grasping my hair.

I didn't want to interrupt her euphoria.

– Come on, I'm curious» I replied.

She started to unravel my braid.

– What's his name?

– Why do you want to know?

– Maybe I like him, okay?

– Is it that serious? – I played along with my friend.

– No, of course not: I've been hopelessly in love with Andrew for a long time.

– Then why did you break up?! – I asked, startled by the news.

– I was a fool, and I didn't like the fact that he was so clever, and I was just a dummy next to him» Mary said.

– But that's a good thing: he's older and wiser, he can teach you a lot, and if he dated you, he didn't care about the difference in your education. Isn't that right? – I suggested with a laugh.

– Why are you laughing? – Mary asked, laughing too.

– I just think you're terribly contradictory!

– I am not!

– I am.

– No, I'm not!

– Okay, I'll shut up! – I grinned.

She was a pleasure to fool around with: Mary was always easy to wind up. And so was I.

She sighed and began to braid a new braid for me.

– What's his name?

– Oh, God, Mary! You're doing it again, aren't you?

– Yeah, and I'm not getting off on you.

– His name is Frederik Haraldson! – I finally gave in.

– I think he has a Scandinavian surname. Don't you think? – Mary remarked.

– I don't know, I never thought about it.

– So you think I should call him?

– Why would you call Frederik? – I wondered.

– What does that Swede have to do with it? – She grumbled unhappily.

– What makes you think he's Swedish?

– I don't know but let him be Swedish. I was talking about Andrew!

– Then what's Frederik got to do with it?

– Who's Frederik?!

– You started it! – I reminded you with a laugh. – You were trying so hard to find out his name.

– To hell with him!

– Then why did you ask?

– I don't know, I was just curious. Okay, can we be serious? – Mary sounded annoyed.

– Seriously, call your Andrew.

– I mean, let's say. What am I gonna tell him?

– Ask him out. – I started thinking of all the things I'd seen in the movies.

– Out? Are you crazy? No, I'm not gonna ask him out! And I'm not calling him either» Mary said in a firm tone.