“Fuck no,” I snap with a scoff. “No way in hell.”
“You’re such a brat,” she mutters, and I smile.
“So are you,” I say, hitting the speaker button before putting it to my ear. “I’m pretty sure you did this exact thing to Kevin at the beginning of the year,” I add and she laughs. Kevin was her first college boyfriend who apparently got around, and it ended their relationship because Delanie was losing her shit on every girl he slept with. So, really, she has no room to talk.
“Fine, whatever. Have you even talked to Jayden?”
Biting into my lip, I say, “I kind of didn’t say anything to him and just passed by him in a really dramatic, angry girl way. And I now see that may have been a little wrong of me, but this shit is hard, okay?”
“What’s hard?”
“Being with someone! It’s weird.”
She lets out a breath, and I can hear her smack herself in the forehead. “Oh my God, Baylor, has he tried to contact you?”
Not wanting to answer, I mutter, “Yes.”
“And?”
“I ignored him.”
“You. Oh my God, why?” she asks, and I can hear the frustration in her voice. But I’m frustrated too!
I finally agree to this, and he’s giving eyes to some other chick? What the hell? How would he feel if I did the same thing? He’d freak! And that’s just dumb. All of this. Why is dating so hard? I’ve been doing it for the last week, and I must say, if he weren’t so amazing and the sex wasn’t great, I’d say the fuck with it because I’m feeling shit that is driving me absolutely nuts.
Ugh!
Exasperated, I say, “Because he was making eyes at her.”
“What, are you from the 1950s? Making eyes? Who says that?”
“Shut up, Delanie!”
“Fine, he was checking her out, I got you. Maybe you should try talking to him about that and letting him know you don’t like it. Learn from my mistake, Baylor. I flew off the handle, and now I only screw dudes because I’m not in the mood to deal with it.”
“You’re not helping,” I moan, hiding my face in my hand.
“I know you like him. Like, superlike him, and if you want this, then you have to be honest.”
“I will,” I say, but that’s a total lie. I’m gonna hide out and figure this out. There has to be a way to not be so jealous.
How did I become the jealous type?
It’s bizarre.
“You’re such a liar! What are you gonna do? Try to figure out a way not to be jealous? What, totally ignore that he means something to you, and if he wants to leave, then the hell with him?”
Looking around the room in complete and sheer shock, I’m officially freaked out. “Are you in my head?”
“I’ve known you for two years. I know how you work. You’re a freaking control fiend, and you need to just stop. Instead of hermitting it up, why don’t you talk to him?”
“Because that would involve me admitting it hurt my feelings that he was looking at someone else.”
“Oh, Baylor,” she says softly, and I roll my eyes.
“Don’t, oh, Baylor me,” I say, and then a knock comes at my door.
“Shit.”