“I’m happy for you.”
Let’s hope she’s still happy when I tell her who it is.
***
After way too much dinner and way too much dessert—and after FaceTiming our family in St. Louis—I go upstairs only to find Jasmine in my room.
“Uh. Hey?”
“Hey. Where’s your notebook?”
“Huh?”
“Your notebook.”
“Why?”
“I just...” She blows out a breath. “I need something.”
“From my notebook?”
“I need Liam’s list. Okay?”
“What?” I shake my head.
What could she need it for now? She hasn’t asked about it in weeks. I thought she was over him.
I thought I could finally tell her about us.
“Sorry,” she says. “But tonight just brought it all back. How much he hurt me.”
“Can’t you just be happy for me? Without making it all about you?”
Jasmine glares at me. “How exactly am I making this about me?”
“It means you always say we’re in this together. That we can always count on each other. But at the end of the day, I’m supposed to be happy for you, but you’re never happy for me.”
Jasmine lets out an ugly laugh. “Have you met yourself? You’re somethingsomething incapable of being happy. You’ve spent your life making lists of people’s faults so you can push them away. You don’t let anyone get close to you because you’re so afraid they’ll leave you.”
“They always do!” I say before I can stop myself.
Jasmine rolls her eyes. “Just because you have abandonment issues, it doesn’t mean the rest of us have to live in your cynical little world.”
“Yeah, I’m so cynical,” I say. “How cynical of me to think that just once, you could be glad that someone actually likes me.”
“Yeah, well, just wait and see how long it lasts. Maybe then you’ll know what it feels like to have your heart broken.”
She stalks out of my room and slams the door shut.
I sink to my bed.
Guess I’m not telling her about me and Liam tonight.
40
“I’ll pick you up at four?” Amy asks as I get out of the car.
“Sounds good. Thanks.” I wave as she drives away.
