CHAPTER 16: TEAM BLANE OR TEAM ABE?
Sunday, August 29, 2014
As we ate at the breakfast table, Katie kept giving me death glares.
“May I be excused?” I asked.
“Me too, please,” Katie said.
Both of us gracefully walked away from the table and then ran outside.
“What the hell, Carter? Sleeping outside with Abe?” Katie exclaimed.
“Blane broke up with me last night!”
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” Katie said embracing me.
“It’s okay, really. I’ve made up my mind.”
“That’s fantastic! When should we kick Abe out? Realize that sex a second time wasn’t a good idea?”
“First of all, the second time we had sex was when he called me for dinner last night and…”
“Duh. We all got that. I just didn’t want to assume the worst in you. Now I know I was right. Continue,” she said.
After giving her a death glare I said, “… okay. Anyways, we didn’t have sex on the roof. Trust me, I tried, but he pushed me away. He said I had to be 100% sure that I wanted him because he didn’t want me to change every day, like I’ve been doing. It’s just… they’re both so important to me. I don’t want to lose them. Abe said that he’d be my friend if I chose Blane but I don’t know that I believe that. I realized that losing Abe would be a bigger loss than losing Blane. So, I chose Abe.”
“Carter, listen to yourself. Your’e choosing Abe because you want him as a friend.”
“Yeah, but we connect on the physical level too, not just emotionally.”
“Cause he’s your hot best friend. That’s all he is Carter. Your hot best friend! If I had a hot best friend, I’d wanna bang him too!”
“So you think I should pick Blane?”
“Sweetie, you don’t need to pick this second. Go to school tomorrow with Abe in your pocket. I promise you that when other girls start fawning over him and he thinks that you’re in his pocket, he’ll choose the other girls. It’s happened before and it will happen again. I promise,” she reasoned.
I didn’t want to believe her… but I did. Secretly, that was my worst fear. I feared that if I chose Abe and ostracized Blane, Abe would leave me and I would have nobody. Was that why Abe didn’t want to be with me last night… like as more than friends? Because he thought that he already had me in his pocket? God, he was so bipolar that I wouldn’t put it above him.
As she walked away, I said to her, “I’m going to go find Blane.”
“Smart choice, cupcake.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“What did you just call me?” I said.
“Cupcake? Why?”
“That’s what Abe calls me,” I said suspiciously. “How’d you know that?”
“I heard it last night and it kind of stuck. Someone was calling ‘cupcake’ the whole night. I guess it was Abe sleep talking.”
He did sleep talk. I remember sleeping over at his house for the first time when I was eight and not being able to sleep because of his random jibber jabber.
