Just wanted to check on you. You doing okay?
I miss seeing you around!
Tech starts soon. But I guess she doesn’t need my help.
I'm doing okay. Thanks
I'm glad to hear that.
Give me a shout if you need anything.
When do you hear about
your portfolio review?
Not until May
Okay, keep me posted!
I nod, even though there’s no one to see me, my chest going all warm. I miss Denise too.
I get off the floor, scoop up my overturned notebook—a tiny spiral-bound one—and find Jasmine hovering in my doorway.
We haven’t talked much, aside from the bare minimum that goes with sharing a house and, crucially, a bathroom. I’ve been taking the bus in the mornings, riding home with Bowie in the afternoons, so we’ve been able to mostly avoid each other.
It’s so awkward even Dad has taken to asking what’s going on between us, but I haven’t told him. I don’t think Jasmine has, either.
She looks at me, a slight frown creasing the corners of her mouth.
“What?” I ask. “Dinner?”
“Can I come in?”
I blink at her. What could she possibly want?
But I guess my not saying no quick enough counts as a yes to her. She steps in, closes the door, and sits on the edge of my bed. I stay standing.
“Did you need something?”
“How was therapy?”
“Private.”
“Okay.” She tucks her legs up underneath her. “You probably heard I got a week of detention.”
I hadn’t heard that. “For what?”
“For putting up your lists.”
“Oh.”
I guess that’s good? Though a week’s detention hardly seems fair for imploding my life.
Though maybe I did that to myself.
“I heard you got kicked off the play.”
“What did you think would happen?”
