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“N64.”
“IT’S-A ME, MARIO!” a group of people yells.
I forgot about that one, but Jessie didn’t. I get to stamp for this one, but Jessie doesn’t.
“I’m like, is this a ‘lady in the streets, freak in the sheets’ situation?” I ask, still whispering.
“Probably. Mac was?—”
“Gross. I don’t wanna hear about Mac,” I interrupt and get an elbow in the ribs for it.
I stick my tongue out at Jessie. She knows I love to hear all the sordid details of her sex life, especially because I’ve been harping on at her for years about getting laid. It really is amazing how a few orgasms will relax even the most uptight people.
“Anywayyyy, I’m just saying. Not everyone is as they seem,” Jessie says. “You, for instance?—”
“I29.”
I stamp, but Jessie doesn’t.
“—are a foul-mouthed bitch with a heart of gold. You’re a marshmallow.”
“A marshmallow?” I ask.
“You know . . . like, you’re soft on the inside,” Jessie says.
“G49.”
Neither Jessie nor I have this one.
“I’m not soft,” I whisper through my teeth almost too loudly, but both Jessie and I know it’s a lie.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with being soft,” she says.
“Pretty rich coming from you.” I give her a pointed look.
She makes a face at me, scrunching her nose up and sticking out her tongue.
Jessie isn’t known for her softness either, and she knows it, but being with Mac has changed her in a million good ways. Softness included.
“B2.”
“TO BE OR NOT TO BE!” the crowd yells.
Jessie stamps, but I don’t have this one.
“Okay, so . . . you have a little crush. You like him. What’s the problem?” Jessie asks, but she’s pushing my buttons on purpose. She knows the answer to this. She knows what the big deal is. She watched me go through all my levels of sadness, as she called them, at the beginning of the semester.
“I’m not doing it again.” I tense, gripping my bingo marker harder than I need to. My knuckles go white. “I’m not doingthe feelings thing again, and I’m definitely not doing the relationship thing again.”
“Shh!” A redhead in front of us turns, jabbing a finger against their lips like an annoyed librarian. I flip them off, and they turn around with a huff.
I probably was a little too loud that time, but I’m not giving them the satisfaction.
“G58.”
“Shit,” Jessie mutters, and like her, I can’t stamp either.
I lower my voice to a whisper again. “The thing is, Ian is a relationship guy. He’s not going to settle for anything else. He probably has a Pinterest board for his wedding, and even if he doesn’t want kids, he’s a family guy. He wants the family thing. He probably wants to own three dogs and buy a house twenty minutes down the road from his family and live a quiet, safe life loving the shit out of some woman who always dreamed of being a wife.”
