Flirting With Maybe
guy. And not just kissing dudes when you get drunk.”
    “Not this again,” I groaned.
    “What about that Harvard guy?”
    “Kope? We’re just friends, and we haven’t talked in forever. I really don’t want a guy right now, Jay.”
    “Okay, fine. I don’t know if a new guy is the answer anyway. Personally, I think you need to talk to Kaidan if you want to get over him.”
    Jay had no idea how much his words pained me. I wanted nothing more than to talk to Kai. I gritted my teeth and stared down at a stack of CDs on his messy floor.
    “Listen,” he said. “I don’t really know what I’m talking about here. You act happy and stuff, but it’s like . . . you’re not. Not really. I can’t figure you out. You go out all the time and party it up, but you yell at me if I try to have a drink. And by the end of every night you’re, like, trying to fix everything that went wrong. You made me drive seven people home last night!”
    Whoops. “Sorry,” I whispered.
    “Nah, it’s cool. I don’t care about that. I care about you , and why you’ve got this split-personality thing. I feel like you’re hiding something, but I can’t figure it out. All I can think is that it all goes back to Kaidan.”
    I chewed my thumb cuticle. Jay was right, but he could never know the full truth, no matter how badly I wanted to tell him.
    “Do you think maybe if you saw him again you might be able to get closure or whatever?”
    There was an expectant tilt to Jay’s voice.
    “I don’t know,” I began with care. “Maybe. But I have no idea when I’ll see him again.”
    “Yeah, well . . . Roni told me not to tell you this, but I feel like I should.” More nervous hand rubbing to go along with his hazy, nervous aura. “They’re gonna be in town next week.”
    My stomach lurched. Breathe, breathe, don’t lose it.
    “Um.” I cleared my throat. “Why will they be here?”
    I knew all of their families lived in the Atlanta area—Duke Pharzuph had uprooted Kaidan from England to Georgia—but I didn’t know if the band had a gig in town or something.
    “I guess just to visit home. But they’re doing a signing at a music store in Atlanta on Thursday night. Roni’s seriously gonna kill me for telling you.”
    He’ll be here.
    “Thank you, Jay.” I couldn’t keep the tremble from my words.
    “I just hope it won’t make things worse. I’ll go with, if you want.”
    I nodded, still glued to the seat and fighting for control.
    I’m going to see Kaidan. Pure, foolish hope and joy cartwheeled through me.
    Jay rubbed his chin and stood, kicking his book bag out of the way. He picked up a pair of jeans off his messy floor and gave them the sniff test.
    “Man, I don’t feel like going to work today,” Jay grumbled.
    Me either , I thought. And hopefully if no spirits showed tonight, I wouldn’t have to.
    I stood up. “I’ll go and let you get ready.”
    He stuck out his hand and I slapped mine into it with a weak smile.
    “You’re always looking out for me, Jay. I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately.”
    Jay pulled me in for a hug. “Let’s get you some closure, huh?”
    Closure . . .
    What I wanted was Kai in my life. To see him again could be disastrous . . . or miraculous.
    I guess we’d find out soon enough.

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