On Sunday, I call Ruby.
"Ruby, I'm gay," I say, when she picks up.
"What?" she chokes. "I-what?"
"I'm gay," I repeat. "And I was in love with you - and probably still am, a little bit - and that's why I didn't want to date Jack. I'm sorry for not telling you."
"No, no, it's okay," Ruby says. "I'm sorry for shoving Jack on you, and making you abide by that stupid list. Emme and you hooked up, right?"
"I guess," I admit, and Ruby laughs.
"I knew it," she grins, and we talk for what feels like forever.
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Roman d'amour'Ruby says that fate is an excuse for the lazy. She says if you want something, you have to go out and get it while you have the chance. That's easy enough for her to say. She already has everything.' Violet Axon doesn't get out much; she spends mos...
