Page 24 of Hypothetical Heart
“Why don’t you come out here and do it then, Genova?” her boyfriend taunts back.
“Because you were the ones assigned the job of starting the fire while we make food.”
“Why does he call you that?” I whisper to her.
All she does is shrug. “I have no idea. I’ve asked, but he always avoids the question.”
Luke goes to say something in return, but Eloise slams the window shut, drowning out the sound. “Ah, much better.”
“That was mean,” I tell her, going to open the window again, but both Eloise and Genevieve grab my arm, stopping me.
“We don’t need their help and they don’t need ours,” Genevieve says strongly, going back to flattening the hamburger meat into patties.
Why the boys tasked us with grilling burgers, I have no idea. I thought it was a well-known fact that I should not be trusted to cook anything. Eloise can only make pre-packaged food, and Genevieve is more keen on logic than she is craftsmanship.
In all honesty, we would be better off making the fire.
“Do you even know how to start the grill?” I ask, hoping at least one of them does.
One thing about Genevieve is that she’s too strong-willed for her own good. “I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Who thought it would be a good idea to grill burgers in the middle of the winter?” Eloise sighs, opening the fridge to grab a drink.
“The ones who actually know how to start said grill,” I mutter under my breath.
“We are going to start the grill,” Genevieve says, determined in her own right. “Don’t start flaking now just so the boys will do everything for us. That’s not how this works.”
“I say work smarter, not harder.” Eloise shrugs, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter.
Genevieve gives her a stern look. “I’m smarter and working harder.”
“Okay, okay.” I laugh. “It really doesn’t matter who does what, it’s all going to get done.”
“I’m not letting Jameson hold this over me,” Genevieve gripes.
“You’re sleeping in his bed. I hardly doubt he’ll hold anything over you,” Eloise rebuttals.
“What?” My head snaps to the side, looking towards Genevieve. Her cheeks are tinted the slightest bit at Eloise’s insinuation. “You slept in his bed last night?”
Last I heard, she and Eloise were staying in a room together.
“Yes, and?” Genevieve recovers quickly. “We’re not in middle school. There’s nothing wrong with me sharing a bed with my boyfriend.”
“Speaking of,” Eloise says, shifting toward me. “You had a sleepover last night too.”
“First of all, I was an unknowing participant. Second of all, Logan was on thefloor.That is not the same thing.”
“Okay, but clearly you have certain emotions about it,” Genevieve says.
My brows furrow. “It’s not important.”
The two of them look at me like I’m full of shit. I know it, too.
“It’s Logan. Everything that happens between the two of you is important to you,” Eloise deadpans.
I shrug, not sure exactly how to express what I’m feeling properly. “I feel bad for how I treated him this morning.”
I’ve already hashed this out with him, and it’s shocking our conversation didn’t end with me in tears. I feel bad, Logan doesn’t care, and everything is resolved quickly.
