Page 30 of Set the Moment
But to top everything off, when I checked my call log with Sienna, it said that our call time was only ten minutes. She hung up on me as soon as I shut my eyes!
“Run that play again for Heart! Heart, get your head out of your fucking ass!” Coach shouts from center ice. His words are like icing on the cake to how shittyI feel. I can’t eat, can’t sleep—granted, it’s been less than forty-eight hours since I found out that Sienna was going on a date with a dude who dresses like Oscar The Grouch—but still.
By the time practice is over and I’ve sat through my Graphic Design course, I’m antsy and ready to get the hell off of this campus. But first, I need to eat. I hadn’t eaten anything before practice this morning, and only had half a granola bar and a bottle of water in the middle of class today.
Stopping at Cafe Iteri, the new tiny industrial style cafe that was opened over the summer, I make my way up to the to-go line. This place has seen me every single week since its opening, whether for breakfast or dinner.
I order my food quickly, getting a Jambon Beurre—which is basically a fancy way of saying ham and cheese on fancy bread. I park myself at one of the tables near the large floor to ceiling windows before opening my laptop to start on some homework.
One of the waitresses, Kaila, brings my sandwich and water to the table, and I immediately dig in. The smoky flavors of the ham mixed with brie makes my mouth water. Fuck…nothing can ruin this—
“Oh my God, who let you in here?”
And just like that, it’s ruined. Georgia sneers as she looks down at me, placing her food on the table right in front of me. My eyebrows furrow as my childhood best friend rolls her eyes, taking a piece of the chocolate chip cookie I’d been saving for later, popping it into her mouth.
My mouth drops as she smiles at me, the sandwich I’d eaten settling into my stomach like lead. Who the hell letherin here? Does this place have no ethical standards?
“So,” she says, popping a French fry into her mouth.
“So?” I challenge.
“Why are you being so weird lately? What cat crawled up your ass?” she asks. Her word choice is harsh, but her delivery is sincere.
I’ll bite.
“More like what girl…” I mumble, taking another bite of my sandwich, but the blonde hears it. She always does. Georgia has the hearing of a bat.
She takes slow bites of her fish and chips, contemplating my words. Nearly five minutes go by before she responds, I almost assume that she hadn’t heard me.
“A girl?” she asks, her voice guiltily soft.
I tilt my head at her, eyeing the way she fidgets in the seat. She knows something…
We finish up our food in silence with me observing Georgia for her tells and her completely ignoring me.
We walk out of Cafe Iteri, and I’m thinking we’re about to go our separate ways when Georgia speaks up.
“You know…I do miss our friendship a bit,” she says softly. Pausing in my steps, I turn to take a good look at my oldest friend.
“It’s just, we used to be best friends and yeah, we argue like siblings all the time…I just wish our friendship was back to how it was before I walked in on you two that night.” Georgia frowns, her eyes falling to the ground as I stop to ponder her words.
I never truly thought about how that night with Sienna affected Georgia and I’s friendship until now. Before New Years Eve, the three of us—Georgia, Ryan, and I—went into SFU closer than ever. We hung out on weekends and attended each other's events. Hell, Georgia went to a hockey gamealonefor me because both my parents were sick with the flu and couldn’t make the hour long drive down here.
After Sienna virtually ghosted me, I now realize that I did the same exact thing to everyone else. I stopped texting Georgia back and kind of resented her for interrupting us that night.
Looking at my friend now, seeing the hurt in her eyes, my heart breaks.
I didn’t mean to leave her behind, and we’ve just grown to be assholes to one another.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I say with a shrug, patting her shoulder. “You couldn’t have known what we would do…We didn’t even know we’d kiss one another…I should’ve talked to you about it instead of being a dick.”
“Yeah, you were a dick.” She chuckles, side hugging me as we walk.
It feels nice to have my best friend back, but I know it won’t last long. Georgia and I are like fire and ice. Always arguing and fighting.
This moment feels too soft for us…all this sappy nonsense.
“You know our moms want us to get together?” I ask, smirking as her green eyes bulge out of her head.
