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I laugh at her dig because I know it’s true. “Imeant; we have a great friendship. Why ruin it with more?”
“Because the only reason you have such a great friendship is the sexual tension between you two. If you weren’t attracted to each other, there would be no friendship.”
“Huh…” I say as her words get me thinking.
Maybe she’s right. Cole and I wouldn’t be friends with each other if we didn’t like each other a little too much.
“Friendships between boys and girls don’t exist, ‘Me. It’s a myth. There’s always something underneath. There’s always one who wants to fuck the other. Even better when it’s both.”
“Rose is friends with boys.”
“It doesn’t count. Everybody wants to fuck Rose.”
“I wasn’t talking about everybody–”
“Oh come on, Jake doesn’t count. Chris is her foster brother and Luke well…he already fucked her.”
I laugh at the stupidity of the situation.
“This is a good thing,” Em says. “A step toward moving on. It doesn’t have to work, but you’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot. I was friends with Aaron my whole life before anything happened, and I wish it had happened earlier.”
I don’t think for another second. I grab my phone and send a text to Cole.
Jamie: I’d feel really good.
His reply comes straight away.
Cole: Would you like to come to the movies with me Saturday? ;)
Jamie:I’d love that.
Cole: I’m warning you, it’s a date.
I smile to myself and look up just to see him across the cafeteria. He’s sitting with the rest of the lacrosse team, including Luke.
Jamie:Even better.
I look up again just to see him look at his phone and up. His eyes meet mine and the smile that forms on his face is priceless. I smile back, tucking my hair behind my ears. We stare at each other for a good moment before I go back to my plate.This feels good. It feels really good.Or maybe the more I say it feels good, the more it will. That’s the first step of moving on.
* * *
I push my front door open and come face to face with my mom putting her coat on.
“Where are you going?” I ask, surprised.
“Closing the shop,” she says in a short breath. “I haven’t made any food. Can you handle it?”
“Mom, you left me alone for months. I survived, didn’t I?”
She pauses from zipping up her coat. “You dated a gangbanger, had someone in my house that shot a bullet in my shelves, and got your heart broken. Do you call that surviving?”
“Ouch. That was so uncalled for,” I rasp.
She takes a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m sorry, sweetie. I’m…stressed.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“It’s your aunt. She’s out of the hospital to…to pass comfortably at home.”
