But I don’t care though.
I don’t like her. At all.
So she gets a zero.
Delanie: You gave her a zero?
Me: I don’t like her.
Delanie: Do you even know her?
Me: I know she was fucking the dude I’m fucking and I don’t like that.
Waiting for her reply, I’m surprised when the phone actually rings.
Hitting answer, I put it on speaker as I say, “Hello?”
“So let me get this straight,” she says, laughter in her voice. “I had to call because I wanted to hear this from your mouth and not through text.”
“Okay?” I ask, confused, as I pull my hair up. “What?”
“So you gave this chick—one you have no clue who she is, never met her, shared any kind of communication with—a zero because Jayden had sex with her before?”
“Yes,” I answer simply. “He was all looking at her and shit. Like he wanted her or something. I don’t like that.”
Laughing, she says, “Obviously! My goodness, Baylor, your crazy is hanging out. Tuck it back in.”
“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. “She rubs me the wrong way.”
“How? She hasn’t even talked to you!”
“Whose side are you on? You’re my friend,” I snap, and she continues to laugh.
“I know that, but you are making friends now. Girls are already jealous of you because you play and live in a house with a whole hockey team. Do you really need an enemy in all this? Girls are catty as shit, dude. She’ll run your name through the mud.”
I bite into the inside of my cheek as I think that over. She may have a point.
“Then I’ll kick her ass,” I decide, and she lets out a breath.
“Do you know you’re kinda violent?”
“Eh, add it to my list of imperfections,” I say offhandedly. “I’m just saying. I don’t like her, and I’m not gonna hide that.”
“Whatever. You’re being a little bitch right now, you know that?”
A little offended, I say, “Haven’t you wanted me to act like a girl since the beginning? I’m doing it, so shut up!”
She laughs. “Touché, but Jesus. Things are getting good for you. You sound happy now, and then you go throw the gauntlet down with some chick you don’t even know because she’s dated the guy you are secretly dating. Doesn’t that sound a bit crazy?”
It does. But. Maybe. Hmm.
“Okay, see, this is what happens when I don’t control what I’m feeling!” I challenge back, and she laughs.
“I mean, damn, Baylor, it’s either you’re completely closed up or you let the crazy hang out. There’s no in-between with you!”
Bored, I say, “Point being?”
“Are you gonna apologize?”