Shantay has been making fun of me for a bit now, because I pointed out a girl I thought was cute, and Shantay noted that the girl looked like my mom. She was right, causing me to cringe more than I ever have. It did take my mind off of my fight with Jo, but only for a little while.
Jo is expertly hiding from me, and I only see her in class, never in the hallways. It's been three days, and I've constructed numerous messages that I can't bring myself to send, because I know there's no way to properly put my honesty into a text.
Shantay is my other half in ways; Jo in different ways. "Ol' girl will get over it, you know," Shantay says, checking her makeup in her phone camera. I'll ask her how she reads my mind some other time, but for now, I just vent about the fight we had, just like I vented twenty minutes ago. Again, Shantay tells me that sometimes friendships end, and while I didn't want to believe her the first time, I'm starting to wonder if Jo and I had our six year run, and this is the end of it.
"I don't see what's so great about her anyway, Boo," Shantay says.
"You don't know her," I sigh, "and she's just as bad about not knowing you. I wish you two weren't so bitchy about each other, god. I know she's just jealous, and being stupid, but it doesn't help that you always give her Looks."
Shantay doesn't like that comment, but she keeps it to herself, nodding slowly and sipping her smoothie.
I can't just abandon Jo, but how could she not know that what she was saying was so hurtful in ways she didn't understand?
Of course. She doesn't understand. Hell, I don't understand completely.
"I'm sick of being all sad," I sigh.
"Then don't be and fix it."
"Can you tell White Boy to ask me to prom?" I ask.
Shantay looks a bit surprised, but I see her amusementsneak across her smile. "Will do," she chuckles. did
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identity on hold
Contowhere francesca alvarez is learning nothing and everything at once after the death of her estranged father
