Winston személy
Idézetek
– Ha meghallom, hogy valaki beszélget – szól Winston –, oda küldöm Brendant, hogy rúgja pofán.
– Nem rúgok senkit pofán.
– Rúgd magad pofán, Brendan!
– Nem is tudom, miért vagyunk barátok.
– Kérlek, hallgassatok már el! – kiált Lily a sarokból.
– Hallottátok, mit mondott a hölgy – szól Winston. – Mindenki fogja be!
– Csak te beszélsz, seggfej! – szól Ian.
– Brendan, kérlek, rúgd pofán!
– Fogd már be, ember! Nem rúgok senkit…
140-141. oldal, Huszonhat (GABO, 2015)
We’re all just really, really sad.
43. oldal
“Is that coffee?”
Winston pulls away from the door, horrified. “It’s my coffee.”
“Hand it over.”
“What? No.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Why can’t you get your own?” he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “This is only my second cup. You know it takes at least three before I’m even half awake.”
“Yeah, well, I have to be downstairs in five minutes or Warner’s going to murder me and I haven’t had any breakfast yet and I’m already exhausted and I really—”
“Fine.” Winston’s face darkens as he hands it over. “You monster.”
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
“Looking good, bro.” Ian smiles. “Is that sweat or baby oil? You’re so shiny.”
I flip him off.
“Those purple boxers are really working for you, though,” says Lily.
“Nice choice. They suit your skin tone.”
I shoot her an incredulous look. I might not be wearing a shirt, but I’m definitely—I glance down—wearing sweatpants. My underwear is nowhere in sight. “How could you possibly know the color of my boxers?”
“Photographic memory,” she says, tapping her temple.
“Lil, that doesn’t mean you have X-ray vision.”
“You’re wearing purple underwear?” Winston’s voice—and a distinct whiff of coffee—carries down the hall. “That’s inspired.”
“All right, fuck off, all of you.”
“Hey— Whoa— I thought you weren’t allowed to use foul language.” Winston comes into view, his boots heavy on the concrete floor. He’s fighting back a laugh when he says, “I thought you and Castle had an agreement.”
“That’s not true,” I say, pointing at him. “Castle and I agreed I could say shit as much as I wanted.”
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
I’m about to give him shit for it, but then I notice, with a start, that Winston has turned a shade of pink so magnificent you could probably see it from space.
And then, there it is: Brendan is holding Winston’s hand under the table.
I gasp, audibly.
“Shut up,” Winston says. “I don’t want to hear it.”
My enthusiasm withers. “You don’t want to hear me say congratulations?”
“No, I don’t want to hear you say I told you so.”
“Yes, but I did fucking tell you so, didn’t I?” A wave of happiness moves through me, conjures a smile. I didn’t know I still had it in me.
Joy.
“I’m so happy for you guys,” I say. “Truly. You just made this shitty day so much better.”
I glance back just once, hoping to catch a final glimpse of Ella’s face, and instead home in on Kenji, whose thoughts are so loud they’re impossible to ignore. I experience a flash of anger; I know he’s going to follow me even before he moves in my direction.
Between him and the dog trailing me, I’d choose the dog.
Still, both creatures are on my heels now, and I hear Adam laugh as he says something unintelligible to Winston, the two of them no doubt enjoying the spectacle that is my life.
24-25. oldal, THREE
Tahereh Mafi: Believe Me 88% A Shatter Me Novella
“All right,” he says, picking at his pizza. “Makes sense. I mean she’s not even that pretty.”
My plate falls out of my hand. Pizza hits the floor. I feel a sudden, unwelcome need to punch Ian in the face. “Are you— Are you out of your mind? Not even— She’s, like, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and you’re out here saying she’s not even that pretty? Have y—”
“See what I’m saying?” Ian cuts me off. He’s looking at Winston.
“Wow,” Winston says, staring solemnly at the pizza on the ground. “Yeah, Kenji is definitely full of shit.”
I drag a hand across my face. “I hate you guys.”
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
Winston rolls his eyes. Shoves his glasses back on. “I’m getting too fucking old for this.”
“You just need some coffee,” Brendan says, gently patting Winston’s shoulder. “Winston doesn’t sleep very well at night,” he explains to the rest of us.
Winston perks up. Goes instantly pink.
I smile.
I swear, it’s all I do. I just smile, and in a fraction of a second Winston’s locked eyes with me, his death stare screaming, Shut your mouth, Kishimoto, and I don’t even have a chance to be offended before he turns abruptly away, his ears bright red.