Page 249 of We Shouldn't Be Together
I lean against the door frame, realizing slamming the door earlier was a pretty good tell. “Yeah. Worst of all, Tabby saw the loss.”
“Oof. You don’t think...?”
I cross my arms. “What?”
Her smirk speaks volume. “That she’s a bad luck charm. You know you should’ve won against that team.”
I push off the wall; the offense poisoning my body. “How could you say that?”
She shrugs. “I dunno. Just a thought.”
“She’s my girlfriend, Jamie. I’m nuts about her, and you call her a bad luck charm?”
“How am I supposed to know how much you like her?” her voice raises. “You barely talked about her before you made out with her on your birthday.”
“How could I talk to you about my crush? You go mute at the mention of other girls.”
Air lodges in her throat, and she roughly coughs to make a meek sound.
“Come on,” I say softly. “It’s not like I’m wrong. You’re not exactly a girl’s girl. When I need help to find something fun to do, or someone who can challenge my soccer game, then I turn to you.”
“You didn’t think I’d be cool with you dating Tabitha?”
I walk into the room. “Am I wrong? You haven’t exactly been taking it well.”
“Because you hid it from me. And now she’s at our lunch table. It was a shock.”
“I get that.” I sigh, my arms flopping at my sides. “I should’ve been better about giving you a head’s up. Honestly, I pulled back on telling you the truth. My bad.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t at your game. Coach Anders told me to miss my game to focus on my assignments.”
“Seeing you at this desk is a little trippy.”
She folds her arms and clicks her tongue. “At least your brother is supportive.”
“Ugh.” Sickness swirls in my stomach. “You two are getting way too close. It’s gross.”
“Gross?”
“It’s like seeing a lion and a gazelle hanging out,” I reply. “Shouldn’t one be killing the other?”
“So, I should kill Milo instead of letting him help me with my homework?”
“All I’m saying is, it’s weird you two are hanging out when it’s not just studying.”
She sighs, nodding. “Yeah, it is.”
“Phew. I’m glad you didn’t get a head injury and start thinking Milo’s your friend. Come on, let’s get out of this room. I can smell that dang cat without him even being in here.”
“I really should work on my history paper.”
Blisters of pain sizzle under my skin. “Seriously? I thought this weekend would be epic. My best bud is over and we should be out at the skatepark or hiking at Logan’s Point. Or even just playing a video game.”
Can't things just be normal?
“The weekend isn’t over. I have a mountain of extra work from every teacher and I need to get it off my plate.”
“You’re staying in here?”
