Page 217 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Tabby shrinks. “Why?”
“Those girls are no good for you. It’s not worth it.”
Tabby bats a hand. “No bother. There’s always the society meeting.”
I nod along with her. “True. Work your magic, girl.”
I turn to Jamie, about to ask her more about her time with the celebrities of our school, but find her turned away, barely acknowledging my existence.
The silent treatment?
What are we, four-years-old?
I snap my fingers at her. “Yo. Where’d you go?”
She turns back, glaring at me.
Oh, brother.
“Nowhere,” she mumbles.
“If you keep up this mopey attitude,” I threaten, “I won’t sweet talk Coach Lyle into letting you train with us.”
Jamie pouts. “No, I’m going to practice with you.”
I roll my eyes. “Then buck up.”
Jamie groans. “Fine.”
She steals a fry from my lunch tray and I can’t help smiling, seeing her mellow out.
I turn back to Tabby, and some of the sparkle has dimmed in her eyes.
“I think practice this afternoon will be good,” I whisper to her. “Maybe Jamie and I can get back on track.”
Tabby’s lips quirk, watching Jamie and Tyler talk about soccer. “You were off track?”
“It’s been different.” I shrug, shifting closer to Tabby. “I just want things to go back to how they were before.”
Tabby nods, sighing as Jamie’s hand grabs from our shared lunch tray. “Okay.”
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“Iwantthingstogo back to how they were before.”
This is what Kai said to me in the cafeteria, about him and Jamie.
Before.
Before he and I got close?
Before I became his girlfriend?
Am I the problem?
I smooth back my hair as I stand at my bathroom sink. I’m not really the girl for him. I know I don’t measure up. Yesterday, he wanted to share his love of hiking with me.
And I fell.
