Page 48 of How We Loved

I know for a fact that they didn’t hang out yesterday because my dad went over to her house to help her dad with something. He said she was curled up on the couch, watching a movie the entire time he was there. So, why didn’t she come to my house?

I scroll up on my phone to see the three unanswered text messages from yesterday and the four I sent her on Saturday. Today, she acted like I hadn’t sent those, and she sent this shit.

All of this makes no sense.

I need to talk to her about what I overheard when I was walking into the restroom while we were bowling, but it’s really hard to do so when she won’t call me back.

Yes, I went in there to have a conversation with him about Maya, but the dumbass was stupid enough to have his phone on speaker, so I could hear everything of what was being said between him and his friend. That alone sent me into an absolute rage and changed the entire reason of why I had walked in there.

“Yeah, I’m with Maya in Leighton Creek. We’re bowling like we’re ten again. Instead of calling it TimeLand, they should call it RichLand. You should see the spread of food one of the guys bought just because. It blows my mind, the money they have and spend like it’s just another day.”

“You should get that chick pregnant, and then she’d have to pay you child support!”

The guy on the phone laughs, and Trevor joins him.

“Fuck no. She’ll be good for one lay, maybe two, and then I’m out. I just want to say I bagged the rich chick, and then I’m done. I can’t even stand visiting this world. It’s too weird.”

I throw open the door, and Trevor instantly hits the End button on his phone. He starts washing his hands, acting like I didn’t just hear everything he said.

I step up to him. “Am I too weird for you, bro?”

He tries to blow me off. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard everything,” I bite out. “You will end this with her—now.”

“Fuck off. No, I won’t.”

“Then, I’ll tell her what your true plans are with her.”

“And I’ll tell her you want her just as bad as I do, and that’s why you’re lying—so you yourself can get in her pants. It’s so fucking obvious. I’m sorry she friend-zoned your ass, but that’s not my problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to get back to.”

He walked past me and left me there, wanting to break anything that moved.

Frustrated doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel, so I grab my backpack off my desk and head out of my room.

My mom is the first to greet me for the day, and I try my hardest not to take it out on her as I set my bag down.

“Morning, baby. Want some breakfast?” she asks as she places a plate down in front of my father, who’s sitting at the kitchen bar.

“Nah, I’ll just grab a banana,” I respond, reaching for the fruit sitting on the table.

“Here, I have some extra. Let me make Maya a plate then,” she says.

“That’s a no too,” I say too harshly, making both my parents look at me in question.

“Why? Is she sick? Should I bring her some soup?”

“Nope.” I pop my P to make my point. “She just doesn’t want to ride with me anymore.”

“Really?” Mom places her hand over mine in a comforting mom way. “What happened?”

“Her boyfriend is what happened,” I blurt out. My heart starts to pound with anger I can’t control, so I pick up my bag and head out before my fist explodes against an object that would have no chance of surviving from what’s raging inside of me. “I’m out of here.”

Thankfully, neither of my parents tries to stop me as I walk out the door and start my truck to head to school.

Once I arrive, I head to our couch area, where Marcus and Ashley are already hanging out.

“Morning.” I nod as I plop down on the couch.

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