destined to be the laughingstock of the yearbook.
9:50 a.m.
As soon as the bell rings, I make a beeline to the girlsâ restroom. Priority number one is to fix my face before I see Tristan. I canât get back together with my hot boyfriend looking like a zombie fish.
But Iâm startled when I see Tristan standing outside my classroom.
Heâs waiting for me?
Well, well, well, how the tables have turned. I guess my little no-show act worked like a charm.
âHey,â he says, sidling up and falling into step beside me.
âHey,â I say back. Very cucumber-like.
I can feel him peering at me out of the corner of my eye, studying my face. âAre you trying out for the school play?â
I slow. Did he really ask me that a second time?
âNo, itâs raining again. Remember?â
He looks momentarily confused before saying, âYou didnât show up this morning. I waited at my locker.â He sounds like an injured puppy. My heart does a little quickstep in my chest. Heâs sad that I stood him up.
Oh, this is so happening right now.
âSorry.â I coat the word with a smooth nonchalance. âI was running late. Had to head straight to secondâer, first period.â
He nods. âI was hoping we could talk.â
âIsnât that what weâre doing?â I hoped for that to sound coy and flirtatious, but he clearly doesnât interpret it that way.
Tristan inhales sharply. âYouâre still mad.â
I feign innocence. âAbout what?â
âAbout last night.â
âMad? No. A little confused maybe.â
âYeah,â he says, running his hand over the back of his neck. âMe, too.â
Ah- ha ! Confusion! Confusion equals second-guessing equals regret equals we are so getting back together.
But the third-period bell is about to ring, so letâs move it along.
âWhat are you confused about?â I ask, hoping it will encourage him to spit it out already.
He sighs. âAbout some of the things you said last night.â
âMe?â I blurt out. I canât help it. The idea that I had anything to do with the events of last night is preposterous. I was the one standing there speechless while he was the one who destroyed everything we had in a matter of minutes. â Youâre the one who broke up with me .â
Wow. He really is confused. I can see it all over his face. He stops walking. âBroke up?â he sputters. âEllie, we had a fight . â
âYeah,â I say helplessly. âAnd then you broke up with me?â
âNo, I didnât. I was upset, sure. But I never said I wanted to break up.â His eyes fixate on a spot above my head, like heâs trying to remember the exact conversation.
Meanwhile, I remember the conversation perfectly, and he said â¦
Wait a second.
My pulse sputters to a stop. My mind is reeling. Did he ever actually say the words âI want to break up?â Or anything remotely similar?
I replay his words in my head.
I canât do this anymore.
This isnât working.
Something is broken and I donât know how to fix it.
Holy crap on a stick. Did I completely make this up in my head? Did I misinterpret the whole thing? Was it really just another fight?
Did I cry myself to sleep for nothing ?
âSo you didnât break up with me?â I ask slowly, unsure if I can trust the words coming out of my mouth.
He takes way too long to answer. âNoâ¦â It sounds like he wants to add more, but he falls silent.
And then I very eloquently say, âOh.â
Oh?
The worst night of my life has been revealed to be an illusion and all I can say is âOhâ?
âBut I still think we should talk aboutââ
Just then the bell rings. We look at each other and then make a dash to Spanish class. Señora Mendoza gives us a sour look as we slip into our seats, but thankfully she doesnât say
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