But she never abandoned me.
She still came over to my house whenever she was in town; I wasn’t ready to go to her house though. She still visited me, hung out with me.
In fact, she was the one who got me through that last month of school, after the championship game and my dance that I didn’t get to do, and the whole horrible summer before I came to St. Mary’s.
We still see each other.
Although not as often as I’d like because of all the stupid outing rules of reform school, but I love her. Not today though.
Today I want to strangle her.
Because I thought we had a pact.
Like our brothers, we made a pact too after everything happened.
A pact of no brothers.
Meaning our brothers would have no place in our friendship.
We wouldn’t talk about them. We wouldn’t mention them. It would be like we had no brothers.
Although one thing never made sense to me.
I knew whyIwas making the pact, but I’m not sure why she did.
Why she never wanted to hear about Ledger, whom I know that she liked two years ago, and I never asked; she respected my space and so I respected hers.
So I don’t know why she’d rat my whole schedule out to her brother.
But anyway, right now I need to deal with him and ignore the slight sinking in my chest.
The absurd sinking.
That feels like disappointment.
Because he wasn’t really stalking me as I’d assumed.
See? Absurd.
“So shesentyou here?” I ask, confused, my mind going two years back.
To that closet when he came to give me his sister’s birthday invitation. The day he gave me his name, Fae.
“No,” he says with an irritated frown. “No one sends me anywhere. But she does think that I should apologize.”
“For what?”
“She had a long list.”
I look at him for a beat. “I’m sure she did. But apology not accepted.”
“You should probably wait for me to apologize before you say that.” I open my mouth to say something but he goes on. “That’s not why I’m here. I’m here to ask you something.”
I draw back slightly. “What?”
His jaw moves back and forth in annoyance before saying, “Do you sneak out to Blue Madonna every week?”
“That’s none of your business.”
