"Don't trust anyone."
"Remember my words."
Thoughts swirl through my head as I pedal home.
Jacob wants to sleep with me.
Gail wants to be friends.
Erik likes me.
My parents are possibly getting a divorce.
I couldn't talk about Josie to anyone. Not even Jacob. They would just think it was from my ADHD or depression. And it wasn't my imagination. This shit is real.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
•••••
First person I approach the next day at school is Erik.
"Erik," I said. "I need to talk with you."
He didn't respond.
"Erik!" I cried.
"Fine! Fine." He shouted. A few people stared at us. We walked into the janitors closet, the same one that me and Jacob made out in.
"Erik," I start. "I'm sorry I kissed you."
He nods. "I'm sorry I made such a scene."
"Can we be friends again?"
"Of course." He bear-hugs me. I am squished.
"But before we go back into the big bad world, I just wanted to say that I know something about you."
Erik is silent. Then he says "What?"
I nod. "Something... about love?"
He's blushing.
"Listen, I know you like me. How I know will remain a mystery. And I liked you back. Liked. I've moved on. We can be friends, but we will never be romantic at all!"
"OK, FINE, I DO! I DO HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU!" He's broken down. Oh God. He then sighs and proceeds to bear-hug me again. Ack!
"Friends?"
"Until the end!"
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Flowers on Her Grave
Teen Fiction~Cover credit to JulienCarter~ The last line of her suicide note was "Put flowers on my grave, so I'll look pretty." Josie killed herself the night before junior prom. Being her best friend, Amalie knew she would attempt suicide eventually, with her...
