Page 18 of The Pucking Bet


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“It’s enough.”

“Not even close.”

I shove a piece of chicken around my takeout container. “Aubrey…I can’t. I have too much on my plate. Textbooks, new winter shoes, my cousin’s birthday. My scholarship GPA. If I screw up, I won’t be able to graduate.”

“Tutoring him wouldn’t make you fail.”

“It would if it distracts me.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “Does he distract you?”

I look away. The color in my mind brightens, uninvited. “No.”

“That’s a yes. You get weird whenever O’Connor is even mentioned.”

“Because he’s loud.”

“Because you like him.”

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“He doesn’t mean it,” I snap. “And even if he did, it wouldn’t last. I can’t afford that.”

Aubrey pauses. “Are you sure about that?”

I grit my teeth. “Guys like him don’t choose girls like me. Not for real.”

“That,” she says gently, “is bullshit.”

I shake my head. “He’s just not used to hearing a no. Or he’s bored. Or—whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

“Wren.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I repeat, voice tight. “I can’t afford chaos. Not right now.”

Aubrey studies me for a long moment. “Is this about your parents?”

My throat closes. The room’s colors dim. Gray-blue settles heavy in my mind.

“Aubrey,” I whisper. “Don’t.”

She nods and drops it. She always knows when to stop pushing.

We finish eating in silence.

My phone buzzes on the desk behind me. I twist to look.

TANTI DANA

Are you coming next weekend?

My chest tightens. I haven’t seen my aunt and uncle for a few months now, and they are the only family I have left. At the same time, every time I visit them, it’s a reminder of what I have lost, and what could have been. I prefer to stay away and not have to think about it.

WREN

Looking forward to seeing you guys