Somehow, it’s the most not weird thing that’s happened to me in a long time.
“I’m sorry about your dad, Will,” I whisper seconds before we pass out.
“I’m sorry about your dad, Kass.”
I smile. It’s a small smile, barely there, but it’s real.
Why?
It’s the first time Will’s ever called me Kass.
Kassidy
“You are never going to guess what Callie told me in gym,” Zoey gushes when we settle around a table at lunch. Toying with the plastic fork in my hand, I assess the crowded cafeteria and its hideous orange brick walls. Meanwhile, Morgan and Winter don?
??t even pretend to care about the newest gossip, eyes fixed to their phones.
Winter recently started eating with us, although she keeps to herself most of the time. Today especially. She seems distracted, somewhere else. And I mean “another planet” somewhere else.
My money is on Haze.
“Hello?” Zoey presses. “I said you’re never going to guess what Callie told me.”
“She’s pregnant,” Morgan drawls.
“What? No, that was a false alarm,” Zoey debunks, and I almost snicker at the fact that Morgan said something at the top of her head and still got it right. It’s no secret that Callie Cooper, a good friend of Zoey, sleeps around. I say that’s her choice, but it earned her quite the reputation.
“Then what? Spill.” I take a quick bite of my food.
“Remember when I said I was after Hottie Blondie?”
My head snaps up.
“Yeah?” Morgan nods.
I stop chewing, like I’m afraid it’ll keep me from hearing what she says next.
“Seems I’m going to have to find myself another rebound because apparently he’s taken.”
I’ve never swallowed salad so fast.
“What?” I say a bit louder than intended and catch Morgan’s eyebrows furrowing in suspicion from the corner of my eye.
Oops.
“Yeah, Callie’s been hitting that. I had no idea.”
“What do you mean ‘hitting that’? Are they… dating?” I ask.
“Nah. They’re just fucking. Or so she said, but it’s obvious she wants more.”
It feels like a pit the size of my fist is crawling up my throat.
“What’s with the angry face, Kass? You should be happy. You didn’t want me with your brother’s friend. Now he’s off-limits,” Zoey says blatantly, missing every sign.
I’m not angry.
I’m hurt.