Scarlet picked up the phone, but changed her mind, and put it back down again. Should I? She asked herself. Finally, she dialed his number. “Charlie? It’s me. I…”
“Hey, Scarlet. Ya wanna come over?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. 15 minutes later, she was knocking on his dorm room door.
“What, no Holden?” he asked sarcastically.
“No. We…” Scarlet cleared her throat. “Broke up. What’s it to you?” He leaned on the doorway.
“Nothing. Just find it interesting.” He pushed her to the couch. “Talk.”
“Did you tell him that…”
“That I loved you? Yes.” Charlie looked away from her.
“Why?”
“I dunno,” he blinked rapidly. “Maybe because it’s true.”
“Maybe? You don’t know? Don’t ask me to say the same.”
“Then, why’d you come here?”