Are we even friends at this point?
It’s too easy to wallow in my pain and without some form of distraction, I’m going to go crazy.
Sitting up and remaining bundled in my blankets, I call Hannah.
She doesn’t answer.
I call her again and she immediately hangs up, then texts me to tell me that she’s busy with her man.
Fine.
I call Gemma and it just rings out.
I call her again and the same thing happens.
My thumb hovers over Phoebe.
She was less than kind when I told her I was pregnant, but maybe her harsh view on things is what I need to get my head on straight.
I call her.
She answers immediately and agrees to come by.
Twenty minutes later, Phoebe’s in my kitchen with a fresh pizza and six cans of mocktails.
“I’m surprised you called,” she says, perching on the counter next to the pizza and munching on a slice bigger than her hand.
“You were my last resort.”
“Figures.” She swings her legs a little and stares at me. “Just checking that the crash didn’t rewire something in your brain.”
“Did you agree to come so you could be an asshole to my face?” I gaze up at her from my seat, nibbling on the toppings off my slice.
“Maybe,” she says flatly, then she laughs. “No. I was bored and you sounded terrible so I figured whatever was going on with you was worse than what’s going on with me.”
“Why, what’s going on with you?”
Phoebe shrugs. “Nothing. Like literally nothing. I work, I eat, I sleep. You know, at Thanksgiving this year, my Mom didn’t even ask about my love life. It’s like they’ve finally accepted that I won’t be settling down and churning out six kids like my sister.”
“Isn’t that what you want, though? The single life?”
“Sure, but when they ask it’s like they care. Sure, it’s annoying but like… I kind of enjoy the arguments.”
“Because you’re an asshole.”
“Exactly! I thrive when people do stupid shit. And I like pissing them off. I’m pretty sure my aunt’s convinced I’m gay because she keeps muttering about my years at that all-girls school. She wasn’t at Thanksgiving but she will be at Christmas, and I’mgoing to make her backwards ass squirm in her seat all holiday.” Phoebe smirks, delighted. “It’s going to be amazing.”
“Well, by comparison, my life is definitely more fucked.”
“Tell me.” Phoebe pops her lips and continues eating.
I tell her everything.
Everything about Xander, all the things we did together, how he made me feel when we were with one another, including everything with Caleb and the loan shark.
And then the crash and the pregnancy discovery.
Phoebe watches me with wide eyes, eating up every detail until I fall silent.
