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meeting with your counselor yet? You're supposed to do that after a college visit to assess and strategize."
I was pretty sure no one did that except for Jamie. "No. I've been a little busy."
"You mean distracted. Just delete Tom from your life and focus."
"It's not really that simple. I think we're still sort of working things out."
"You shouldn't. Dump him now. Boyfriends are a pointless distraction in college."
That was similar to what she'd told me when I first started dating Tom, except then boyfriends had been distractions in high school. And she'd added that I should keep a condom with me because teenage boys were irresponsible. Sadly, she'd been right.
I loved our girl talk.
Jamie was still talking. And pacing. Again. "Besides, Tom's in Austin. You're here. You had no excuse not to see your counselor after school yesterday. You didn't work and you know they stay late on Mondays."
Um, no one knew the schedule of the guidance counselors except Jamie. "I've had a lot going on between Tom and looking for Champers."
"Not you too." She started waving her hands around like a defeated lunatic. "I can't talk to you if you're going to talk to me about a missing pig while my entire future is in jeopardy."
I tried to respond, but she was out the door and down the stairs before I could tell her that I didn't actually care about the mascot, just the distraction he provided from Tom. It was just as well. Jamie had never been very good at the touchy-feely listening to other people's problems part of friendship. That was why I had Drew.
Besides, it wasn't like her freaking out over random school things was anything new. She'd never been quite this crazed over anything before, but I did remember her locking herself in her room every day after school for a month and crying when she'd first realized she wouldn't get to go to an Ivy League. Which college you'll attend in ten years is really crucial stuff when you're eight.
The typewriter sound erupted from my phone while I was in the process of trying to refluff my pillow so that I wouldn't have to sleep on a stone tonight. Tom. I almost didn't read it, but thought better of it. I hadn't realized that I wanted to try working stuff out with him until I'd said the words to Jamie before her hurried departure. I mean, he was a crappy boyfriend, but he was still the only one I'd ever had.
I had to read the text a few times before I was convinced it actually came from Tom.
I love you too much to throw away the last two years over a misunderstanding. Please talk to me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was still sitting on the edge of my bed staring at the phone in my hands when my door flew open so hard that it hit the doorstop with a loud thwack . I glanced up and found Watson standing there. He didn't look happy.
"You have got to give me some notice before Psycho comes over so that I can barricade myself in my room. Leaving me alone with her all night isn't cool."
"I didn't know Jamie was coming over until she called me."
"Well, she's a nightmare. I don't know why you're even friends with her."
Sometimes, I wondered the same thing myself. Of course, unlike Watson, I didn't have dozens of other friends to call when I wanted to do something. We were basically polar opposites and, at times, I wondered if we were actually related. I was too young at the time to remember him being born, but it wouldn't surprise me at all if my parents admitted the stork had dropped him off on our front porch.
"Look, I'm sorry, Wats, but I can't control what Jamie does or whether she calls before coming over. She's just seriously stressed about college right now, I guess. Just let it go."
He huffed and puffed for a minute before striking back with, "And stop snooping through my social media accounts. I don't like it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're a bad liar. You left my account open to the page of one of my friends at another school."
Busted. "Oh. Sorry."
"That's all you're going to
I was pretty sure no one did that except for Jamie. "No. I've been a little busy."
"You mean distracted. Just delete Tom from your life and focus."
"It's not really that simple. I think we're still sort of working things out."
"You shouldn't. Dump him now. Boyfriends are a pointless distraction in college."
That was similar to what she'd told me when I first started dating Tom, except then boyfriends had been distractions in high school. And she'd added that I should keep a condom with me because teenage boys were irresponsible. Sadly, she'd been right.
I loved our girl talk.
Jamie was still talking. And pacing. Again. "Besides, Tom's in Austin. You're here. You had no excuse not to see your counselor after school yesterday. You didn't work and you know they stay late on Mondays."
Um, no one knew the schedule of the guidance counselors except Jamie. "I've had a lot going on between Tom and looking for Champers."
"Not you too." She started waving her hands around like a defeated lunatic. "I can't talk to you if you're going to talk to me about a missing pig while my entire future is in jeopardy."
I tried to respond, but she was out the door and down the stairs before I could tell her that I didn't actually care about the mascot, just the distraction he provided from Tom. It was just as well. Jamie had never been very good at the touchy-feely listening to other people's problems part of friendship. That was why I had Drew.
Besides, it wasn't like her freaking out over random school things was anything new. She'd never been quite this crazed over anything before, but I did remember her locking herself in her room every day after school for a month and crying when she'd first realized she wouldn't get to go to an Ivy League. Which college you'll attend in ten years is really crucial stuff when you're eight.
The typewriter sound erupted from my phone while I was in the process of trying to refluff my pillow so that I wouldn't have to sleep on a stone tonight. Tom. I almost didn't read it, but thought better of it. I hadn't realized that I wanted to try working stuff out with him until I'd said the words to Jamie before her hurried departure. I mean, he was a crappy boyfriend, but he was still the only one I'd ever had.
I had to read the text a few times before I was convinced it actually came from Tom.
I love you too much to throw away the last two years over a misunderstanding. Please talk to me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was still sitting on the edge of my bed staring at the phone in my hands when my door flew open so hard that it hit the doorstop with a loud thwack . I glanced up and found Watson standing there. He didn't look happy.
"You have got to give me some notice before Psycho comes over so that I can barricade myself in my room. Leaving me alone with her all night isn't cool."
"I didn't know Jamie was coming over until she called me."
"Well, she's a nightmare. I don't know why you're even friends with her."
Sometimes, I wondered the same thing myself. Of course, unlike Watson, I didn't have dozens of other friends to call when I wanted to do something. We were basically polar opposites and, at times, I wondered if we were actually related. I was too young at the time to remember him being born, but it wouldn't surprise me at all if my parents admitted the stork had dropped him off on our front porch.
"Look, I'm sorry, Wats, but I can't control what Jamie does or whether she calls before coming over. She's just seriously stressed about college right now, I guess. Just let it go."
He huffed and puffed for a minute before striking back with, "And stop snooping through my social media accounts. I don't like it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're a bad liar. You left my account open to the page of one of my friends at another school."
Busted. "Oh. Sorry."
"That's all you're going to
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