Meghna and Leslie decided to drive with me across the street to Burger King, while Ashley and Tom went in Tom’s car to Taco Bell. Clearly, we’re healthy eaters.
“Shotgun!” said Meghna, dashing to the passenger seat door.
“You are so mature, Megs,” laughed Ashley, climbing into the back.
As I started driving, Meghna suddenly said, “You know, Jason isn’t allowed to talk to me.”
There was a weird silence in the car as both Ashley and I turned to look at Meghna.
“What?” said Ashley. “Why?”
“His girlfriend,” Meghna said nonchalantly, as if she expected his girlfriend to do so. Like she knew she was a threat. “He blocked me on Twitter.”
“But you said you didn’t like him like that,” I said, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I felt my stomach drop. It was strange. I had only felt this before last year when my crush, a senior named Daniel, decided to ask a sophomore, Madison, to homecoming.
I wasted my entire junior year mulling over Daniel, wishing I could be with him for some strange reason. To make matters worse, in February, I found out that Daniel had liked Meghna as well. My best friend (or so I thought she was back then). He liked my best friend, but not me. I felt worthless.
Daniel ended up being valedictorian and going to Princeton. He was the boy that everyone liked. He was like Jason Roberts, only for AP nerds.
I don’t know how I got over him or when I did, but I didn’t really care much for Daniel any longer, and I was thankful for it. I had convinced myself that I wouldn’t let myself like anyone for the remainder of high school. Too many complications.
All I remembered was that it was one of the worst feelings in the world, and now it felt like it was happening all over again.
“I don’t,” she said, her voice still in a casual tone. She laughed. “Maybe he did. I don’t know. He would always joke around and say he was going to marry me someday.”
“I don’t think he was joking,” said Ashley. I eyed her in the rearview mirror. She was staring out the window, disinterested. She was probably the only one who knew that I got annoyed by Meghna, and how hurt I felt when I found out Daniel liked her.
“Maybe,” she said, shrugging. I pulled up to the drive-thru. “I asked Cameron why it seemed like Jason was avoiding me the other day, and he just said he’s not allowed to talk to me anymore. Nothing I can really do about it. It sucks. I liked Jason.”
"Damn, Meghna!" said Ashley. "You're a homewrecker."
“So, what do you want?” I said, quickly ending the conversation. I couldn’t go through this again. I wouldn’t go through this again.
I didn’t like Jason. So why did I feel so hurt?
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Not My Type
Teen FictionAfter three years of tough classes and sleepless nights, sarcastic and shy Anjali Sharma is ready to enjoy a drama-free, fun-filled final year of high school with her family and closest friends by her side. However, things start to get a little diff...
