“What? It was hypothetical. Obviously, you aren’t dating, so if he wants to talk to Casey, that’s up to him. Still makes him a bad friend, though.”
“Right.”
I tap my nails against my glass as our conversation shifts entirely. I fight the urge to pull out my phone and text Fletcher to see if he and Casey are still talking.
He made it seem like they didn’t; she hung up on him, and I’m hoping that was the end of whatever their relationship was.
But isn't it better to know now, rather than for her to show up at another game in the future, and me having to pretend to be friendly?
Isn’t it better to know now than be blindsided in the future?
Note to self, next time you see Fletcher—
Ask.
Hey.” Naomi’s face fills the screen, and she adjusts the computer to see me better. “How’re you doing?”
“I’m good. School’s been good, and yeah, nothing new.”
Of course, there’s something new.
It’s the one thing I want to talk about, but I’m also worried that if I do, I’ll get too caught up in my thoughts and then overthink, ruining everything.
“Nothing new?” She squints at the screen. “I know we really bonded over Christmas, but you haven’t video-chatted me since. We text, yes, but a video chat for… nothing?”
“Is it wrong that I just wanted to see my sister’s face?”
“No. I just don’t believe that’s the only reason you called.”
“If I tell you something, can you promise me you won’t tell anyone?” I lean closer to the screen as if the world will hear my secret if I don’t.
“Tate, who would I tell?” She chuckles. “What, I’m going to call up one of your friends and tell them something they already know?”
“They don’t know this.”
“Oh.”
My face drops. I feel a mixture of confusion and regret bubbling up in my stomach. Maybe I should’ve told the girls.
“Oh!” Her eyes widen, and I don’t have to say anything else; it’s as if she can read me over the camera. “When?”
“Last night.”
“Valentine’s Day?!”
“Yes.”
“Was it—”
“Perfect.”
“And who—”
“He did.”
“How?”
My facetwists.
