Maybe, just maybe, he won’t come over. Come over and ask me what I’m eating, or bring up the mall. Nope, he’s to good of a guy to not come over. Plus, we’ve been friends to long for him not to come over. So here I am reading and he is coming up on the approach.

“Can I sit?”

I don’t answer, he sits down anyway.

“What are you reading?”

“Jay Asher’s “Thirteen Reasons Why”.

“Haley, put the book down.”, he grabs it from my hands and closes it.

“Hey, I don’t know what page…”

“Page 134, so you can stop your worrying, and talk to me.”

I play around with my food pretending like I’m going to eat it.

“Halz, I don’t know why you always get the meal, you only like the apple pie.”

See, he knows everything about me.

“Look I’m sorry. I should’ve paid more attention to you, not Morgan.”

My fork gets wrapped around what looks like a hair in the pasta.

“Halz, come on, please? Please, forgive me.”

“Okay, Carter… I’m never buying this again.”

He leaves and I still sit here, upset, he still doesn’t realize.