I Know It's Over
tell her everything that had happened on the playground today? Some things change in ten years, Mom.
    “There’s never anything to tell,” she said. “Do you talk to your father about these things?”
    “What things?” I asked, raising my voice a notch. “Can we not do this?”
    “This?” Mom dropped her fork into the middle of her salad and glared at me.
    “There’s no problem here,” I continued. “You’re on my back for no reason.”
    “All right.” She sighed, holding both palms up. “Fine, Nicholas.”
    “Good.” I stepped quickly away from the counter. “I’ll get something to eat later.”
    “Fine,” she said again.
    I went into the living room, flopped onto the couch, and grabbed the remote. Holland was sitting in one of the armchairs, earphones on and a book in her hands. She was one of the smartest people I knew and never hid it the way a lot of people do. I hoped high school wouldn’t ruin that about her and turn her into one of those girls who was constantly checking out guys to make sure they were checking her out or worse, someone who thought they were better than everyone else and wouldn’t let anyone with an IQ under 130 near them.
    I’d assumed Sasha was like that, but she hadn’t acted that way on the beach. It’d felt so amazing just to kiss her; it made me imagine how the rest of it would feel.
    “Did Mom tell you Dani called?” Holland asked, looking up from her book.
    “Yeah,” I said impatiently. Could I go five minutes without anyone mentioning Dani?
    “Whatever,” she shot back. “No need to jump down my throat.”
    “I’m not. It’s just that Mom was giving me the third degree about her in the kitchen.”
    “Oh, right.” Holland narrowed her eyes. “What did you tell her?”
    “Nothing to tell,” I insisted.
    “Liar.”
    My lips snapped up into a smile. “Probably nothing, okay?”
    “Probably nothing is the not the same as nothing, Nick.”
    “You’re right,” I said, getting down to the serious business of flicking channels. “It’s still none of your business, Holland.”
     
    Dani’s mom had the air conditioner switched to freezing. Thanks to Dani’s uncle, her bedroom walls were newly pristine, a clean eggshell color with no lumps in sight. Their flawless appearance made the house seem even colder and I pulled Dani under the blankets with me, wondering if a little adjustment to the air conditioning at home would fix Mom’s appetite and put some meat on the table.
    Dani didn’t ask me what I’d dreamt last night. She didn’t seem interested in talking and I wasn’t either. I thought everything could go on just as it had been and then I wouldn’t have to worry about being careful with anyone. I thought that for about an hour and then guilt bit into me and kept biting. Maybe I should’ve felt guilty about kissing Sasha while I was with Dani, but that’s not the way it was. I couldn’t stop thinking about Sasha’s smooth skin and the way she’d yelped when Nathan hovered over her. Sasha would never have kissed me if she knew about Dani. She’d think I was out for whatever I could get.
    “Let’s go downstairs and watch a movie or something,” I suggested, sitting up in bed. “We can’t stay in your room all the time.” Was I actually making an excuse to get out of bed with Dani? Infinitely crazy. I really wanted to get out of bed, though. I was thinking stupid things, trying to figure out how I could lose the sexual stuff and keep the friendship. People do it all the time, right? Not a big deal. It’s not like Dani and I were an actual couple.
    “We can lie here and watch a DVD on my laptop if you want. It’s nice just being naked together, don’t you think?” Dani said.
    Yeah, but…
    “I think maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” I began, and once I’d said that much, I couldn’t stop. “It doesn’t feel completely right. You should probably be with someone who wants to be in a real relationship with you.” Dani sat

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