The boy you like goes out with your sister.
“I’m sorry. But at least he wants to be friends?”
She snorts, blowing a snot bubble out her nostril before she wipes it away. “You’re joking, right? I’m never talking to him again. Liam is dead to me.”
“Jasmine...”
“Here.” She reaches for her nightstand, comes back with a purple glitter pen and a sheet of paper. “Do the thing.”
“What thing?”
“You know. Make a breakup list.”
“No.”
Jasmine gapes at me. “I know he’s your friend, but I’m your sister. You’re supposed to be on my side. You’re supposed to somethingsomething.”
“What?”
“You’re my brother. You’re the only one I can count on.”
“I don’t want to do this, Jasmine.”
“Come on, you love making those lists. You can find fault with anyone.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Yes it is. You think love won’t last, so you come up with reasons why it’s not worth trying.”
I feel like she’s stabbed me.
“That’s not true. Why are you being such a jerk? I’m not the one that dumped you.”
As soon as I say it, I wish I could take it back, because Jasmine cries even harder.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She sniffs. “I just liked him so much. You don’t know what it’s like. You’ve never had your heart shattered into a million pieces.”
I have. Every time I saw them together.
“Please?” She’s crying again, harder than ever. “I need you, Jackson.”
My heart cracks. She needs me.
“Ugh. Fine.”
The good thing is, Liam already made his own list. It was all jokes, but Jasmine doesn’t need to know that. I uncap the garish purple pen.
LIAM COQUYT’S BREAKUP LIST:
TOO HANDSY
PEOPLE PLEASER
RAZOR BUMPS IN WEIRD PLACES
“How would you even know that?” Jasmine shoves me. “I’ve got them in weird places too.”
“I don’t need to know that.”
