Cath thought to herself, how could he.......do that
I'm not smart enough.....maybe Katie will make him happier than i could have or could that just be another way to say that i'm just not go enough, was i too clingy, what changed about him or did something change about me.
Cath took a slow breath. She felt lightheaded like something too big was hatching inside her ribs. She pushed her shoulders back into the bricks and looked down at the top of Nick's head.
He looked up at her and smiled crookedly, holding out a few sheets of paper. "Will you read this? I think maybe it sucks. Or maybe it's awesome. It's probably awesome. Tell me it's awesome, okay? Unless it sucks."
Cath texted Wren just before Fiction-Writing started, hiding her phone behind Nick's broad shoulders.
"abel broke up with me."
"oh god. sorry. want me to come over?"
"yeah. at 5?"
"yeah. you OK?"
"think so. end tables end."
"Have you cried yet?"
They were sitting on Cath's bed, eating the last of the protein bars.
"No," Cath said, "I don't think I'm going to."
Wren bit her lip. Literally.
"Say it," Cath said.
"I don't feel like I have to. I never thought that not saying it would be this satisfying."
"Say it."
"He wasn't a real boyfriend! You never liked him like that!" Wren pushed Cath so hard, she fell over.
