My eyes cloud with confusion.
“Who are you talking about, Kia?”
“I’m talking about your precious Freak.”
Tears immediately well up in my eyes as anger swells in my heart.
“You’re fucking lying.”
“I just thought you ought to know that you’re blowing up your entire life for a guy who doesn’t do relationships. It’s not in his DNA. I don’t know what game he’s playing with us, Willow, but Freak isn’t shit. He makes out with me, tosses me aside, then tries to hook up with my roommate a few years later?”
“Kia… please say you’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“If you’re saying this because you’re miserable and I’m not, this is not cool, Kia.”
“I didn’t think he’d take things this far. I thought you’d be happily ever after with Aaron by now.”
“So you still like him?”
“Of course I do! He’s Freak Jennings. What girl wouldn’t fall for him?”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before? Why didn’t you tell me the moment he came to this dorm room?”
“I wanted to see if he remembered me. Am I that mediocre, Willow? How could he not remember?”
She starts crying.
I know a part of it is that she’s high, but another part of her is actually hurting.
“Did you sleep with him?” I practically whisper.
“No.”
“But you would have?”
“Probably.”
My heart crashes to the floor.
This doesn’t sound like the boy I’ve been spending my entire Christmas break falling in love with.
Do I even know him at all?
Have I been played?
Bacon Boy: I got us good seats. Center aisle, fifth row back. Where are you?
I start typing the only words I can think of at this moment.
Me: FUCK YOU
But I never send them.
Instead, all I do is slide under my comforter and cry.
Willow
