bug you about this, but itâs really important you donât say anything.â
âAbout what?â
âYou heard me on the phone behind the store, right?â
âYeah.â
âOkay, about who I was talking to.â
Great. Weâd have to go through this dumb little quiz game, circling around the situation.
âRight. Tristan. Tristan Reichmeier. Hockey guy.â
âShit.â
âI wonât say anything,â I said, sitting down on my bed. Otis started scratching at the door, and I opened it up for him. He instantly jumped up next to me and started snuffling around my crotch.
âGoddammit,â I said, pushing him away.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âI canât hear very well on the phone,â Neecie said. âSorry. Thatâs why I texted you.â
âOh. Okay.â
âWell, thanks, Sean,â she said. âI know itâs weird, but just . . . thanks.â
âIs he like your boyfriend or something?â
âWhat?â
âYour boyfriend,â I said, louder and clearer.
âNo,â she said. âItâs not like that. Itâs kind of . . . I donât know. Itâs just like, you know. Hooking up. I guess.â
âYou have sex with him?â I said. Blurted, really. Whoops.
âUmm, well . . .,â Neecie said. âI guess. If you want to put it like that. Yeah. But itâs just sex. Not a real thing or anything. Okay?â
âOkay.â
Neither of us said anything for a minute. I was being silent, punishing myself for blurting. I worried for a minute that sheâd hung up. Like she was one of those people who donât say goodbye and just hang up when theyâre done talking. Brad was like that.
Then she said, âI mean, itâs just stupid drama. And itâs, like, no big deal to me that you know. But itâd be worse if other people found out. Just Ivy knows, so far.â
Ivy Heller was this girl Neecie was always hanging around with. She was one of those chicks who barely talked but always dyed her hair weird colors like purple or blue and then, if you looked at her for one second, being that you couldnât really help looking, since most people donât have purple or blue hair naturally, sheâd give you a shitty evil glare like you were being discriminatory or something.
âSean? You there?â
âOh, sorry. Yeah. Donât worry, itâs cool. I wonât say anything. I mean, I donât really know the guy, anyway.â
She didnât say anything. I wondered again if sheâd hung up. I wondered if sheâd even heard me.
âHello?â
âSorry,â she said. âIâm here.â
âWhatâs your name short for?â I asked. Because Iâd just thought of it. Blurting still happening, I guess. But it occurred to me, talking to her, imagining her on the other end, what she was looking like, and whether her family was around her, like her mom and dad or whatever, and wondering what made them name their baby daughter Neecie. Like, it had to be a nickname, obviously. Nobody named a baby âNeecie.â Itâd be like naming a baby âBillâ or âVickyâ or something like that.
âWhat?â
âNothing, itâs nothing,â I said.
âOkay, well . . .â
More silence. I didnât know if I should bother repeating my dumb question. Now that I was super curious.
âI have homework, so I better go,â she said. âAgain, sorry to bug you.â
âItâs fine.â
âOkay. Bye then.â Then she clicked off so quickly I felt a little surprised. Weird. Neecie was weird. And not just her name.
Then, it was like Iâd just drank a whole can of Amp. I just felt hyper. Like I could run around the goddamn block. Except we didnât live on a block anymore.
So I rolled on the floor and did some push-ups. Then some crunches. Just to knock off
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