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Authors: Lauren Barnholdt
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“So, um, see you in school on Monday,” I say, realizing it’s true. I will see him in school on Monday. Which is weird. Thinking about seeing him in school, I mean.
“See you,” he says, and I slam the car door. He waits until I’m safely inside before starting his car back up and pulling out of my driveway. I watch him from my living room window, wondering what the hell just happened, and how I ended up going out to breakfast with Jordan Richman.
courtney the trip
Day One, 11:56 a.m.
We haven’t said a word to each other for the past two hours. I’m starving, but I can’t really admit it now, since I pitched such a fit about not wanting to eat before. But really, I could go for a burger. A huge one, dripping with mayonnaise and ketchup. I’ve been turning pages of The Catcher in the Rye for the past two hours without actually reading any of it. I know, how lame. The good thing is that since I’ve read the book so many times, it doesn’t matter, because I already know what’s going on.
My mix CD is still playing. This is the third time it’s repeated, and even I’m getting sick of the songs. But I figure if Jordan’s making an effort to be nice, I’m not going to turn it off. I mean, it’s either listening to these over and over or putting rap on, and that’s so not going to happen.
It’s kind of strange, being in the car and not saying anything to each other. It’s like some kind of suspense movie. Or like being in an alternate universe, where we’re not really Jordan and Courtney, but some other people who don’t talk to each other.
My stomach grumbles really loudly, and I see Jordan smirk. But not in a mean way. More in a “isn’t that cute” kind of way. For a second, I feel a pang in my stomach, almost like I’m going to cry, but then I start to get a little mad. He doesn’t have the right to make a “isn’t she so cute” face at me.
“Whatever,” I say. “Like your stomach never grumbled.”
“It’s just funny,” he says.
“I don’t see why.”
“Because you’re obviously hungry, and yet you haven’t said anything because you’re afraid to not stick to the itinerary, because if we go off it even a little bit, you’ll think you’ll have ‘lost’ or something. And you hate to lose.”
“That’s not true,” I say, even though it totally is. Well, sort of. It’s not that I think I’ll have lost, it’s just I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was right. Besides, the itinerary says we’re going to stop in another hour and a half, and I can certainly wait until then. I just won’t think about it. La, la, la. Not thinking about burgers.
“It is true,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’d rather starve than give me the satisfaction.”
“Whatever,” I say. “I’m not hungry at all.”
Two minutes later, he pulls into a rest stop. “There,” he says, putting the car in park. “Now technically you didn’t give in, and yet we can still eat.” He smiles, his brown eyes sparkling. “And I’m hungry, too.”
I’m about to protest, but instead I just pull my seat belt off and slide out of the car. I feel like I want to cry again, which is so, so, ridiculous. I mean, it’s not like we were even together that long. Four months is nothing. Four months is like, less than a lot of those reality TV shows. And those people live together. And then probably never talk again. Plus, what about people who get divorced? Like people who are married for ten or fifteen years, and then never speak again? Some of them even go on to get married to other people. And then someone’s like, “Hey, whatever happened to your first husband, Harry?” And they’re like, “Oh, Harry, yeah, I forgot about him. I’m not sure. I think he might be running a casino in Vegas.” People come and go, in and out of each other’s lives like it’s nothing. So I don’t know how/why this should be a big deal.
I follow Jordan into the rest stop, which
“So, um, see you in school on Monday,” I say, realizing it’s true. I will see him in school on Monday. Which is weird. Thinking about seeing him in school, I mean.
“See you,” he says, and I slam the car door. He waits until I’m safely inside before starting his car back up and pulling out of my driveway. I watch him from my living room window, wondering what the hell just happened, and how I ended up going out to breakfast with Jordan Richman.
courtney the trip
Day One, 11:56 a.m.
We haven’t said a word to each other for the past two hours. I’m starving, but I can’t really admit it now, since I pitched such a fit about not wanting to eat before. But really, I could go for a burger. A huge one, dripping with mayonnaise and ketchup. I’ve been turning pages of The Catcher in the Rye for the past two hours without actually reading any of it. I know, how lame. The good thing is that since I’ve read the book so many times, it doesn’t matter, because I already know what’s going on.
My mix CD is still playing. This is the third time it’s repeated, and even I’m getting sick of the songs. But I figure if Jordan’s making an effort to be nice, I’m not going to turn it off. I mean, it’s either listening to these over and over or putting rap on, and that’s so not going to happen.
It’s kind of strange, being in the car and not saying anything to each other. It’s like some kind of suspense movie. Or like being in an alternate universe, where we’re not really Jordan and Courtney, but some other people who don’t talk to each other.
My stomach grumbles really loudly, and I see Jordan smirk. But not in a mean way. More in a “isn’t that cute” kind of way. For a second, I feel a pang in my stomach, almost like I’m going to cry, but then I start to get a little mad. He doesn’t have the right to make a “isn’t she so cute” face at me.
“Whatever,” I say. “Like your stomach never grumbled.”
“It’s just funny,” he says.
“I don’t see why.”
“Because you’re obviously hungry, and yet you haven’t said anything because you’re afraid to not stick to the itinerary, because if we go off it even a little bit, you’ll think you’ll have ‘lost’ or something. And you hate to lose.”
“That’s not true,” I say, even though it totally is. Well, sort of. It’s not that I think I’ll have lost, it’s just I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was right. Besides, the itinerary says we’re going to stop in another hour and a half, and I can certainly wait until then. I just won’t think about it. La, la, la. Not thinking about burgers.
“It is true,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’d rather starve than give me the satisfaction.”
“Whatever,” I say. “I’m not hungry at all.”
Two minutes later, he pulls into a rest stop. “There,” he says, putting the car in park. “Now technically you didn’t give in, and yet we can still eat.” He smiles, his brown eyes sparkling. “And I’m hungry, too.”
I’m about to protest, but instead I just pull my seat belt off and slide out of the car. I feel like I want to cry again, which is so, so, ridiculous. I mean, it’s not like we were even together that long. Four months is nothing. Four months is like, less than a lot of those reality TV shows. And those people live together. And then probably never talk again. Plus, what about people who get divorced? Like people who are married for ten or fifteen years, and then never speak again? Some of them even go on to get married to other people. And then someone’s like, “Hey, whatever happened to your first husband, Harry?” And they’re like, “Oh, Harry, yeah, I forgot about him. I’m not sure. I think he might be running a casino in Vegas.” People come and go, in and out of each other’s lives like it’s nothing. So I don’t know how/why this should be a big deal.
I follow Jordan into the rest stop, which
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