Author: Kitty Jones
Category: Young Adult
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“Okay,” I sigh, looking up. Tabitha’s face holds no judgment or anger. There’s nothing mean, cruel, or harsh about the way she’s looking at me. I swallow hard and look back down at the sandwich in front of me.
Can I do this?
Can I be honest with her?
Tabitha is the closest thing I have to a friend right now, and honestly, I could use someone like her to keep me sane. What I’m going through is...
Well, there are simply no words.
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“He’s my older brother’s best friend.”
“What!?” She screeches again. This time, one of the other teachers speaks up.
“Quiet, please,” Angelina Metalbrew says. “Some of us are trying to grade.”
“My apologies, Mrs. Metalbrew,” Tabitha says in her most formal voice. One of the other teachers snickers, but Angelina just frowns.
“It’s not like it sounds,” I say when Tabitha turns back to me.
“Really? Because it sounds like a sordid love interest from the past walked into the club and tried to sweep you off your feet. Oh, he obviously failed, but it sounds like he tried at least sort-of hard.”
“I don’t really know what happened,” I admit. “Or why he came in. I haven’t seen him or talked to him in a very, very long time.”
Years.
“So, what’s the deal between you two?”
Where do I even start? The problem with trying to rehash your past is that our memories are always more like spiderwebs than straight lines. There are things that happened first, and then later, and some things in-between, and I’m not really sure what’s relevant and what’s not. What I’m sure of, more than anything else, is how I felt about the whole situation.
What I’m sure about is how he affected me at the time.
“I was crazy about him.”
“But he never noticed you,” she says sympathetically.
“Pretty much. I mean, it was like something from a movie. He and my brother, Matthew, would hang out. They’d do their thing and I’d...Well, I’d just be there.”
“Would you hang out with them?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes I’d just sit in the next room and eavesdrop while they talked about all of the girls they liked.”
“That sounds kind of sad, actually.”
“Pathetic, you mean?” I ask, taking bite of my sandwich. I chew slowly, swallow, and then nod. “Yeah, it was pretty sad. Not my best moment.”
“So, did you have an encounter of some kind? Was he your first kiss? Did you come onto him? Did he turn you down?”
“Yep.”
“Yep to which question?”
“All of them,” I frown.
“Yikes.”
“It was their senior year. I was a sophomore. I wanted to go to prom and of course, you can only go if it’s with a senior or junior. I’d been crazy about Aaron forever and it was a really obvious crush. No matter how hard I tried to play it cool, everyone knew.”
“Even him?”