The Trouble With Friends

When the day was over at school, I was perpetually exhausted; I didn’t want to deal with a broken heart, and most of all, I didn’t want to meet Alicia.

Geez, if I see her with him again, I’m going to puke.

No, no, wait. I’ve already done that.

Suddenly, my phone rang, jumping around in my back insanely; sighing, I grabbed it and looked at the caller ID.

A lump stuck itself in my throat.

It was his mother.

She usually called when she couldn’t reach him – hey, it was normal. We had been best friends ever since we could walk, so it was only accounted for that my mom and his mom were close friends, too.


“Hello, Kayley.”

“Hi, Mrs. Lowood.”

“Could you tell Everett that he needs to be home by six?”

“Will do.”

“Thank you so much!”

“No problem.”

And I hung up. Maybe I should tell her…tell her what?

I’m sorry, I was accidentally in love with your son, so now that he’s got a girlfriend, I don’t want to see so much of an inch of his freaking face.

Kayley, you’re in trouble…

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