apologizeâI canât find words that would be suitable or adequateâbut Jess doesnât break the silence by leaving to sit elsewhere, so I take that as a positive sign. Unfortunately, her good nature alone wonât bail me out this time, and Iâm definitely going to have to make amends if I want to salvage our friendship. Which I absolutely want to do. Just not right now. Now I want to eat my spaghetti and meatballs, even though it tastes about as Italian as my last name sounds. So I do, and so does Jess. While we eat we both know that if weâre ever going to speak to each other again, Iâm going to have to be the first one to talk.
After school I have the urge to catch the early bus home, but I resist and slip into the crowd heading over to the football field for the first home track meet of the season. Thereâs no way that I can ignore Jess, because sheâs sitting next to Archie and his white hair is like an oasis; no matter where your eyes look, they get drawn back to the patch of pure white in a sea of color. Iâve been repeating to myself what I want to say to Jess for the past few hours, but when Archie moves over so I can sit between the two of them, I feel like somebody shoved sandpaper down my throat, and I can hardly breathe let alone talk.
Buying time, I fake-cough, preoccupy myself with adjusting my backpack under the metal stadium bench, and finally mutter something that resembles a greeting. By the way Archie launches into a tirade about how Coach Emerson ignored his suggestions for a new game-play strategy, itâs clear to me that for once Jess hasnât filled him in on our fight. Not a good sign because that means she doesnât need any support to be mad at me. Iâm the one who needs support, and once again it comes from an unlikely source.
Bounding up the bleachers to our row, Nadine sits in between me and Jess without asking either of us to make room. Sheâs wearing the same white sneakers she wears while volunteering at The Retreat, and when she shifts her weight to adjust her position, I notice that they squeak when she moves. I find it odd that the sound isnât specific to The Hallway to Nowhere and odder still that my mind is filling up with such nonsense when I should be forming an opening statement to beg Jessâs forgiveness. Luckily, Nadine does it for me.
âWhatâs going on with you two?â she asks.
Okay, maybe Iâve misjudged this one; she might be super insightful. If Jess didnât fill Archie in on what happened last night, thereâs no way that she told Nadine. Theyâre friendly, but after me, Archie is Jessâs closest friend.
âIf I had a Ginsu, I could cut the tension up into two easy-to-serve slices,â she says.
When the three of usâme, Jess, and Archieâlook at her in silence, the tips of her ears start to get red, a shade or two brighter than my hair, and she tugs at her shirt. I assume itâs another nervous tic like the pen clicking, and I figure itâs time to find my voice, if for no other reason than to help Nadine relax. After all, she isnât the one who did anything wrong. I am.
âItâs my fault,â I start. Jess doesnât add anything to my confession, so I know she agrees with me. âI flipped out on Jess the other night because . . .â Because why? Thatâs what I donât understand. Since I donât have a real answer, I say something that sounds logical. âI was frustrated that I couldnât figure out the geometry.â
Then I decide that if Iâm going to apologize I should do it right and stop talking to the bleachers under my feet and look Jess in the eye. âIâm sorry.â Jess doesnât look away. âI was a complete, total, and undeniable jerk.â
Jess purses her lips as if to tell me that my description falls a little short.
âOkay, I was a stark-raving bitch,â I amend, and
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