Page 134 of We Shouldn't Be Together
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Just as I’m lining up a nice segue into confessing my feelings for Tabitha, Jamie shoots it down.
At my stunned silence, Jamie tilts her head and asks, “What, am I wrong?”
Now! Say it! What’s wrong with you? Say it!
Jamie laughs to herself, hugging her waist. “Didn’t think so.”
In the most unflattering way, I clear my throat. “I could, though.”
Her eyebrow arches. “Could what?”
“Like a girl.”
“Oh, you have that function, do you?” she teases.
“Yeah.” I sit taller. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Look, I know I’m amazing,” she says sarcastically, “but don’t start falling in love with me.”
I splutter a laugh. “You wish.”
“As if. You’re not my type.”
“And since when have you had a type? Any time the guys talk about girls, you make them change the subject.”
“Because I prefer not to be repulsed,” she argues.
“Sure, sure, James,” I tease. “The thought of you dating someone doesn’t even compute with me.”
“Ugh.” She grabs the pillow from behind her and whacks me with it. “It’s not like you’re some Romeo.”
I grab the pillow from her. “I guess I’ve been holding out for the right girl.”
“And since when have you been thinking about girls?”
“I’m allowed to think, aren’t I?”
She chuckles. “Kai, man, you thinktoomuch.”
Just do it. “You know, I can’t help but think about girls since being paired up with Tabitha in chemistry.”
Her lip upturns with repulsion. “Does she make you realize you’re better off single?”
I can’t help but huff. I didn’t think this would be easy, but does it have to be this hard? “She’s not that bad, you know?”
Jamie gawks at me. “Not that bad? Are we even talking about the same girl?”
“You might actually like her if you gave her a chance.”
Jamie sits taller, and I can tell by the look on her face, I’ve blown this big time. “Give her a chance? When exactly would you like me to do that? When she’s calling me a mute freak, or when she’s calling me a freak in a skirt?”
I shift uncomfortably, hoping for a Hail Mary. “Wasn’t Camila the one who said those things?”
“What’s with you?” Her eyes scan me like she doesn’t know who I am. “Why are you defending these girls?”
“Not girls,” I correct. “It’s just one girl. You know, Tabitha and I have been hanging out a lot.”
She deadpans me. “A lot? What exactly doesa lotmean?”
