I look at him like he just asked if I eat cereal with a fork.“Why would I do that?”
“Because… I’m asking you to.”
“Is Jonathan going to be there… with Livvy?”I swear I vomit in my mouth, just saying it.
“I told you, they’re not anything.”
“Tell that to Livvy.”
Her first words to me when she saw me in school the Monday after the bonfire were, “You never made sense.”
And her response when I bit back, “And you do?”was to laugh and walk away, dismissing me with a finger wave.
I haven’t seen them together.Because I refuse to be anywhere Jonathan is.And the rumors haven’t found me.Especially with everyone talking about Oren and Danika.She’s not returning to school until after holiday break, which hasn’t stopped the absurd speculation about who’s really at fault.
“Why do you want to go to Darren’s party?”I don’t know why I’m even considering it.
“Because it’s a party, and he said something about Jell-O wrestling in his basement.”
“And you believe him?”
“Darren’s crazy enough to do it.”
True.He’s one of those guys who doesn’t back down from a dare.No matter how asinine or dangerous.
“Why not go with Jonathan?”
“Wednesdays and Thursdays are your days, according to the custody agreement.”
I laugh.Then nearly cry.
“Hey.Don’t do that.You’ll get tears all over your gingerbread dudes.”
“Sorry.I just hate this.”I sigh.I’ve been trying not to be miserable.But I am.I miss us, the three of us.But I can’t get the image of Jonathan with that fricken lollipop in his mouth out of my head.What the actual hell?
“You can talk to him.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Forgot.Talking is our thing.Youfeelwith him.”
“Who told you that?”
“You did.”
I consider this.I don’t think we’ve ever had this conversation.“I told Danika that, not you.”
“Probably told me too.”
I can’t remember, so I don’t argue.He can practically read my thoughts, so it is possible.
“And since you don’t know how youfeelabout him, you have to stick to the agreement.”
“Why are you saying it like that, like feelings are stupid?”
He cocks an eyebrow like the question answers itself.
I cannot believe I’m about to say this.“Fine.I’ll go.But I don’t want to drive.”
