Books, Boys, and Basketball: Junior Year

TOO MUCH DRAMA

Drew doesn't talk to me at all during the rest of Thanksgiving break. He won't answer my calls, my texts, and he won't even respond to my DM's on Facebook or Instagram. He's talking to other people though, which means he's mad at me.

Why is it so hard for boys to just say that instead of ignoring you like you don't exist?

Thankfully, school is back in session, so he can't keep ignoring me. He's not so good with the face-to-face stuff. But sure enough, when I get out of my car in the school parking lot, he has this look on his face that says he doesn't want to talk to me.

Still, I walk up to him with my arms folded across my chest and just stand there. He's GOING to talk to me. This has gone on long enough.

"Don't start with me today, Sidney," he glowers at me. "I'm so mad at you right now that I want to punch something."

"Sid?" Em's sorrowful voice temporarily pulls me away from my argument with Drew.

"Em? What's wrong?"

She collides into me, hugging me so tight I can barely breathe. Sobbing into my neck, she tells me, "I can't believe it. I can't believe uncle Jonny is your dad and that we're..."

"Sister-cousins," I offer.

"God, that sounds terrible," she half laughs and half cries.

"Try finding out your dad isn't your dad and that your mom has been lying to you your entire life."

"Dad threw her and her family out of the house in front of everyone after you left."

"What? Why? That was so long ago it shouldn't matter now, anyway."

"That's just it. You left before all the juicy stuff happened," she explains.

"Like what?"

"Did you know dad had a vasectomy after you were born?"

"Okay... and?" I shrug, not getting what she's hinting at. "He's never liked me, so I'm not surprised."

"Duh! If dad can't have any more kids, then who's the father of our new sibling?"

WOW...

I'm speechless and ashamed to be my mother's child right now.

"How did we get stuck with our parents?" I huff. "Like, did God just wave his magic wand and decide 'you know what, Sidney, Josh, and Em are going to have a messed-up life'."

"It's true then?" Drew asks.

"Yeah," I turn to him, happy that he's talking to me. "It's true."

"Damn."

"You would've known that if you were answering my calls and my texts."

"Don't get it twisted, I'm still mad at you. Not only did you ditch me to go argue with your mom, but you ruined my Thanksgiving with your bad attitude."

"I'm sorry my life falling apart didn't stop for your precious Thanksgiving celebration. God forbid I deal with my drama first," I snap at him.

"When do you not have drama? Drama should be your middle name. Now, because you had to get answers," he air-quotes me, "Your parents are probably headed for divorce. Is that what you wanted?"

"No," I sheepishly admit.

I hadn't thought about that.

It wasn't my fault, though...