It should feel like a victory.
Instead, it feels like I sold something I can’t get back.
My phone buzzes on the counter.
Jessa
How’s it going? You freaking out yet?
Chloe
No. Not freaking out.
Jessa
That’s a lie. You used a period. You never use periods unless you’re lying.
Chloe
I’m FINE. The cupcakes look great. The games are set up. Even the bartenders are set up. Everything is great.
Jessa
So he hasn’t texted…
And there it is.
The question I’ve been avoiding all day.
No.
Brody hasn’t texted.
Well, that’s not entirely true. He texted exactly three times this week. Each one shorter than the last.
Monday: Dad’s doing better. Thanks for asking.
Wednesday: Practice has been intense. Talk soon.
Friday: Should I pick you up tomorrow? 6 p.m.?
And I said no.
I don’t even know why. Pride, maybe. Or self-preservation. After our near kiss, I’m not sure I can be trusted alone with him.
Maya’s giving me a ride. See you there.
His response: Okay.
One word.
That was it.
No “Are you sure?” No “I don’t mind picking you up.” No attempt to push back or insist or act like he wanted to see me before the party.
Just: Okay.
Cool.
