not to watch a movie; I'd had my fill of action for the night. Instead, I caught another bus home with Jessie, who asked to spend the night. Of course, I said yes, because she had some answers to give me. As Jessie lay on a mattress next to my bed where I was sitting, she sighed deeply and began explaining. The first thing she told me was that when Josh and I were going steady a couple years ago, he had approached her to see him behind my back. When she declined—by hitting him in the balls—he went straight for another girl from a different school. She found that out by catching him down the street one afternoon, then promptly told him that he was nothing but a piece of shit on the bottom of her shoe, and that he had better inform me what he'd been up to. He didn't, of course, because a couple of days after, his parents told him that they were moving.
I asked her why she didn't tell me herself. She snorted and informed me that I was so wrapped up in my tiny bubble of love that I wouldn't have believed her, which would have caused us to fight, ending our friendship. I had fallen silent, pondering all that she’d said, and in the end, I concluded that she would have been right. I would have done exactly that. We hugged. I forgave her, and then continued to ask her if she knew about Josh's new—old—whatever she was, girl, and if she’d known he was going to be there with her. She gave me one of her evil grins and nodded, saying that she’d overheard him on the phone with her, organising the movie date.
She wanted me to see for myself. I thanked her and told her to never do that again. From then on, she had to just tell me, and if I didn't believe her, she had permission to slap me and yell Josh . That made us both laugh.
She had asked me if I was upset about what happened with Josh. I told her the truth—that I was a little, but I didn't think my heart was really in it in the first place. She giggled and said it was because of Kane. I threw a pillow at her and told her to get stuffed. We both went on talking about what Kane had done for me in front of Donna. Which we knew would make Donna hate me even more. Jessie thought it had been very romantic. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and told her I didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Sunday, Jessie left early. Momma came home and went straight to bed, complaining of a long, boring night and promising that when she woke later, we'd go out for pizza. Being left to myself in the house wasn't good. I didn't know how many times I went to reach for the phone to ring Kane to see how he was. But I soon talked myself out of it.
Monday morning, I walked into the kitchen to see Momma at the stove cooking; she turned to me and smiled.
“Kane rang while you were in the shower.”
My heart started to fly. Damn heart.
“Yeah, what did he have to say?” I asked, trying to make myself sound bored.
“Just that he won't be at school today; his mother didn't think it best for him to be seen in public looking the way he does.”
“Oh.”
“How does he look, Skylar?”
“What makes you think I know?”
“You have that guilty look. What happened? Lord, please tell me you didn't dress him up in that gunk you call make-up?”
I laughed, shook my head, and then sobered. “No, Momma.” I sighed. “You know how Josh and I got back together and that I went to the movies Saturday night with my friends?” She nodded. “Well, Kane and his girlfriend were there—”
“Oh God, does this end in you kicking her butt and Kane jumping in?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, Momma, if you just let me finish.” She gestured with her hand. “So we were standing there talking, and then Jessie pointed out that Josh was there—”
“Oh, that’s nice of him to turn up.” She smiled.
“Momma, he
I asked her why she didn't tell me herself. She snorted and informed me that I was so wrapped up in my tiny bubble of love that I wouldn't have believed her, which would have caused us to fight, ending our friendship. I had fallen silent, pondering all that she’d said, and in the end, I concluded that she would have been right. I would have done exactly that. We hugged. I forgave her, and then continued to ask her if she knew about Josh's new—old—whatever she was, girl, and if she’d known he was going to be there with her. She gave me one of her evil grins and nodded, saying that she’d overheard him on the phone with her, organising the movie date.
She wanted me to see for myself. I thanked her and told her to never do that again. From then on, she had to just tell me, and if I didn't believe her, she had permission to slap me and yell Josh . That made us both laugh.
She had asked me if I was upset about what happened with Josh. I told her the truth—that I was a little, but I didn't think my heart was really in it in the first place. She giggled and said it was because of Kane. I threw a pillow at her and told her to get stuffed. We both went on talking about what Kane had done for me in front of Donna. Which we knew would make Donna hate me even more. Jessie thought it had been very romantic. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and told her I didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Sunday, Jessie left early. Momma came home and went straight to bed, complaining of a long, boring night and promising that when she woke later, we'd go out for pizza. Being left to myself in the house wasn't good. I didn't know how many times I went to reach for the phone to ring Kane to see how he was. But I soon talked myself out of it.
Monday morning, I walked into the kitchen to see Momma at the stove cooking; she turned to me and smiled.
“Kane rang while you were in the shower.”
My heart started to fly. Damn heart.
“Yeah, what did he have to say?” I asked, trying to make myself sound bored.
“Just that he won't be at school today; his mother didn't think it best for him to be seen in public looking the way he does.”
“Oh.”
“How does he look, Skylar?”
“What makes you think I know?”
“You have that guilty look. What happened? Lord, please tell me you didn't dress him up in that gunk you call make-up?”
I laughed, shook my head, and then sobered. “No, Momma.” I sighed. “You know how Josh and I got back together and that I went to the movies Saturday night with my friends?” She nodded. “Well, Kane and his girlfriend were there—”
“Oh God, does this end in you kicking her butt and Kane jumping in?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, Momma, if you just let me finish.” She gestured with her hand. “So we were standing there talking, and then Jessie pointed out that Josh was there—”
“Oh, that’s nice of him to turn up.” She smiled.
“Momma, he
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