Sasha called me the next day, in the afternoon when I was heading back from lunch with Porsche in the cafeteria.
"Hello?"
"Hey," she said, "it's been a while."
"Yeah, I've been busy."
"Me too. So, I didn't want to have to do this over the phone, but...."
I waited for whatever she had to say. And desperately hoped she wanted what I wanted too."
"I think we should break up."
Well, luck was on my side for once.
"Honestly, me too. It's not you, it's just...I kind of fell in love with someone else," I said honestly.
"No way...me too! I'm sorry but my roommate, she's so sweet and I just- I'm sorry, I wanted to call things off before I tried anything with her."
"Honestly, Sasha, it's fine. We're better off being friends, it's cool with me."
"Awe, you're amazing, okay? Look, good luck with everything, you deserve to be happy."
"You too, Sasha. Good luck."
"Thanks, bye!"
"Bye."
So....yeah, that's how it went. That only left two things left.
Try to figure out a way to tell Alice that I like her without having to tell her that Porsche already told me everything.
Pack some stuff for going home.
