Page 40 of To Love or to Lose
I narrow my eyes at Genevieve. “Your friends are persistent.”
Her hostile look says it all. “I’m not dancing with you.”
“You really know how to chop at a bloke’s ego.”
She shrugs because it means nothing to her. “You need some of yours severed anyway.”
“Are you naturally an angry person?”
“I prefer the termmiserable.”
It makes perfect sense. “Of course, you do.”
With that, I walk away.
I think Eloise recognizes the shock on my face before I have the chance to. “What happened?” She asks as she approaches.
Luke is treading behind her, but he keeps his distance.
“Jameson,” I can barely say his name, let alone recall what he just said.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks.
I shake my head, a knee-jerk reaction to someone asking about my feelings.
“Well, do you want to know what I just found out?” Her expression changes from concerned to devious.
“What did you just find out?”
“You know who Briar Hart is, right?”
“No.” I give her a look that says,“should I know who Briar Hart is?”
“She’s a junior,” she says. “And she just got offered a full ride to St. Claires.”
St. Claires is one of the most renowned universities in Connecticut. It’s also private, and Catholic, which makes it a popular choice for kids from our school to attend after high school.
Getting a scholarship there is a big deal.
“What kind of full-ride?” I know for a fact that, if this Briar girl was getting an academic scholarship to St. Claires, I would at least knowofher.
“She plays lacrosse, and I’ve heard she’s really smart too,” Eloise says as if I should already be informed of this. “I don’t know much about lacrosse, but apparently she’s like…really good.”
“Wait.” I raise a hand to keep her from continuing. “What is her last name again?”
“Hart.”
The pieces are coming together. “She has a younger sister, Gracie. She’s friends with Gwen and Mae.”
Gwen and Mae—mine and Logan’ younger sisters.
“Jeez, why did all of your parents have babies at the same time?”
We both laugh at that.
“Why is this Briar girl important? Are you planning on going to St. Claires?”
“Oh God, no,” Eloise laughs. “There is no wayIwould ever survive at a private Catholic school. Being lesbian is hard enough at Fairwood, and it’s not even Catholic.”
