"Calling me to start a fight."
"That's not what I was doing. I just called to talk to you. I miss you."
"I miss you too but I've got a lot going on. I thought you understood that."
"I do. I just don't know why you can't do all that stuff and still talk to me. I haven't heard from you all day. Not even a text."
"I'm busy. I don't know what else to tell you."
"Let's talk about something else. How'd the tennis lesson go?"
"Good. I'm almost back to where I was. I forgot how good I am at tennis."
Chad loves complimenting himself. I've learned to ignore it, but it gets on my nerves sometimes.
"How'd Tamara do? Or did you not see her play?"
"She's not bad. She was on the court next to mine. Then after the lesson, we played a game."
"And then you went home?"
"Just to clean up, and then we met up for dinner."
"You went to dinner with her?"
"It was a welcome back dinner. We went to that new sushi place."
"Who else went? Did Jane go?"
"No, it was just Tamara and me. I probably could've invited more people but it was last-minute and I didn't think anyone would be able to go."
My blood's boiling thinking of the two of them at dinner. Chad would be furious if I went out with some guy for dinner, even if I said we were just friends.
"Did you decide about tomorrow?" he asks.
"Yeah, I can't go. I thought I told you that."
"You did, but I thought you might change your mind."
"I would if you'd come pick me up."
"I can't risk something happening to the car. My dad would kill me."
I can't believe that's his excuse. It's a Porsche, but still, it's not like he's going to have it parked on the street all night. He'd just be picking me up.
"It's fine. I made plans to do something else."
"What are you doing?"
"Going to the football game. One of my friends plays defense and I want to see him play. People say he's one of the best players in the city."
"What's his name?"
"You wouldn't know him. You don't follow football."
"True. So you said you're friends with him?"
"He's in one of my classes. That's how I got to know him."
