"So what, now we're going to live together?" Jamie takes another step towards me. "That's your idea of a good plan?"
Unwilling to back down, I poke a finger at his chest. "This is my family's house. Not yours. I have every right to be here."
"Newsfl...
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Eight years ago
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“Something more interesting than class, Miss DeLuca?”
Whoops.
I lifted my head to smile sweetly at my grumpy lit teacher. Part of me wanted to say, You see, Mr. Bradski, the boy I’m in love with has decided to be just friends with me and now I get to text him whenever which is great, but he never texts the things I want him to like ‘Lissa I’ve made a terrible mistake and I can’t live without you’, so now I’ve got all these dumb feelings and I’m dumb and everything is dumb dumb dumbity dumb.
But Mr. Bradski did not strike me as a romantic. I went with my old fallback: stupid questions.
“Was Victor Hugo named after the dude from Bob’s Burgers?”
Obviously, I was sans phone when the bell rang and we were released to lunch. I really wanted to know if Jamie had texted me again, and for that reason I thought this might have been good for me. I needed to work on some distance.
In the week since the night on the bridge, he’d texted me every day and we’d eaten lunch together twice. This was alarming. I’d assumed he was, at least to some point, just being nice when he’d offered to be friends. I hadn’t taken the idea seriously. If I had, I’d like to think that I would have logically considered the dangers of this situation and made a level-headed decision. Alas, that ship had sailed.
“Lissa!”
My heart skipped at the sight of Reyna waving at me from the other side of the cafeteria—at his table. She’d started eating with Jamie and his friends since she ditched Leon for Danny Reagan, who had moved past his girl bullying days and was one of Jamie’s teammates. It was the perfect excuse. I mean, she was inviting me and everything.
No Lissa. Bad Lissa. Find other friends to eat lunch with!
But he was smiling, and he was wearing a blue t-shirt today, and he looked unfairly good in blue. My feet carried me towards his table like they had a mind of their own.
The only person there aside from Reyna and a handful of the baseball team was Jamie’s ex-girlfriend Naomi. They were doing that ‘exes but still good friends’ thing that always seemed weird to me, but to each their own. I just wished he could have found a slightly less intimidating ex to be friends with.
