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“What picture?”
“The one you were tagged in from last night,” I snap, hating myself for acting this way, yet unable to stop.
He murmurs something to someone that I can’t quite hear. “I haven’t looked. I’m sure lots of pictures were snapped. What’s the big deal?”
“You had your arm around her, and I don’t know…it seemed very friendly.”
“Ah, I see what this is. You’re missing me and a teensy bit jealous.”
More like guilty. I keep that confession to myself.
“Maybe. A little. You know I want you to go out and have fun.”
“I want the same for you. It’s hard but going out helps take my mind off missing you.”
“Seeing you with her…the way she was smiling at you. I didn’t like it.”
“I don’t even remember putting my arm around her. It wasn’t anything serious. I can untag myself or ask her to remove it.”
“No. No. Then she’ll be weird about it and realize that I said something. You’re allowed to have friends. I don’t want to be a crazy girlfriend who acts like guys can’t have friends who are girls.”
“Hey,” I overhear a female voice in the background. “You guys coming or not?”
“Oh, I definitely plan to come,” his roommate says, and bile shoots up the back of my throat.
There’s some weird shuffling noise. “Sorry about that,” Matt tells me with a chuckle that doesn’t sound like he’s sorry at all.
“Who was that?”
Matt sighs, heavily. “Come on, babe. This isn’t you. There’s no reason to be jealous. I’m not flirting with anyone. All I want is you. I’d much rather be spending the night watching a movie with you. You know that.”
I sniffle, trying not to cry. “I do. I just hate not being able to see you.”
“Me too. Maybe we can meet each other halfway or something. Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Sure. I think I’ll text Lauren and see if she wants to hang out after all.”
“Good. You should.” There’s a loud thump, and he laughs. “Okay, I’m getting my shoes on. Damn. I’ve gotta go.”
The call ends without an I love you.
Two seconds later, he’s calling me back. I swipe to accept the call as tears stream down my cheeks. “Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hang up on you.”
I don’t respond, not wanting him to hear me cry and feel guilty for living his life. When my own guilt for kissing Kyson and secretly wanting to do it again claws at my chest.
“Are you there?”
“Ahem.” I clear my throat. “Yeah,” I say, my voice low enough to hide my sadness.
“I love you.”
“Love you.”
“I’ll try to text you in a bit.”
“Sounds good,” I say, but once again, the call is already over.
Ugh. I shoot Lauren a text about the party.
