my room and threw myself on the bed. I figured I’d stay like that till I had to get up and go through another day of doom and despair. And then my phone rang. I could tell right away it was him. I swear I almost choked on my heart. I fell off the bed.
I can’t believe it. Really. It’s so far away from logic and reality it’s in another dimension. Turns out, Nomi was right. (I guess she has to be sometimes!) Connor and I did have a fight. Kind of. Well not a fight the way we have fights at Casa D’Angelo. But it was something like a fight. Only I didn’t even know about it. (You’d think he would’ve mentioned it. I mean, what’s the point of having a fight with someone if you don’t even tell them you’re mad?) The fight was over nothing. At least I think it was over nothing. I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Anyway when I answered the phone Connor said, “Hildy?” I said last time I looked it was me. Then Connor acted all surprised and said he didn’t mean to call me. He said he must’ve hit my number by mistake. I said, “Well I’ve been calling and texting you for two days and that wasn’t a mistake.” He said, “Umph.” I said, “So what’s been going on? Are you mad at me about something?” And he said, “Why would I be mad at you?” I said, “I don’t know, but you aren’t exactly being friendly.” We went back and forth like that a few times. Till finally he said, “You really don’t know?” I said, “Would I be asking if I did?” So eventually it all came out. It had really bothered him that I’d spent all the time at Big Boot talking to Milt. I said, “But Milt was talking to me. I hardly said a dozen words. The rest of you were all yakking to each other about softball. And anyway, he was talking about his ex-girlfriend.” Connor said that I’m naïve. He said what I don’t know about guys would circle the globe at least three times. And tie a bow. He said that’s what guys do to get sympathy and lull you into a false sense of security. I said, “Really? And why would he do that?” He said it’s because Milt’s after me. I had to stop myself from laughing. I mean, really. I said, “I don’t think Milt’s after me, Connor.” He said I don’t know Milt the way he does. I said that’s right, Milt’s not my best friend. And, just for the record, the last time we went out the only thing Milt said to me was, “Do you want the chilli flakes?” He’s just really upset that his girlfriend dumped him like an old shoe with a hole in the toe and he needed to talk about it with someone who wouldn’t rather talk about batting averages. I said and anyway, if one of your friends starts talking to me, what am I supposed to do? Not answer? Question his motives? Oh, I’m sorry so-and-so, but are you talking to me to be polite because I’m sitting here all by myself while everybody else bleats on about foul balls and blind umpires, or are you talking to me because you think I’ve been hoping you’d flirt with me in front of my boyfriend? So then we both laughed. And he apologized. He said he guesses I’m right, he was being kind of ridiculous. He doesn’t know why he got like that. It’s just that he likes me so much and girls in the past haven’t been very trustworthy. He’d really be devastated if I turned out to be like them. We talked until my battery got so low I had to hang up.
Then I had to use the landline to call Nomi and tell her I can’t go bowling tomorrow night after all. Since Connor and I are back on track. She said she should’ve known it was like Santa Claus, too good to be true. I said that of course normally I would never break a date I’d made with my friends to go out with a boy, but it is Saturday. Nomi being Nomi, she wanted to know what the incommunicado phase was all about. She said, “Let me get this straight. He took you out with his friends and then he got mad because one of them talked to you?” I said he knows he was being a jerk
I can’t believe it. Really. It’s so far away from logic and reality it’s in another dimension. Turns out, Nomi was right. (I guess she has to be sometimes!) Connor and I did have a fight. Kind of. Well not a fight the way we have fights at Casa D’Angelo. But it was something like a fight. Only I didn’t even know about it. (You’d think he would’ve mentioned it. I mean, what’s the point of having a fight with someone if you don’t even tell them you’re mad?) The fight was over nothing. At least I think it was over nothing. I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Anyway when I answered the phone Connor said, “Hildy?” I said last time I looked it was me. Then Connor acted all surprised and said he didn’t mean to call me. He said he must’ve hit my number by mistake. I said, “Well I’ve been calling and texting you for two days and that wasn’t a mistake.” He said, “Umph.” I said, “So what’s been going on? Are you mad at me about something?” And he said, “Why would I be mad at you?” I said, “I don’t know, but you aren’t exactly being friendly.” We went back and forth like that a few times. Till finally he said, “You really don’t know?” I said, “Would I be asking if I did?” So eventually it all came out. It had really bothered him that I’d spent all the time at Big Boot talking to Milt. I said, “But Milt was talking to me. I hardly said a dozen words. The rest of you were all yakking to each other about softball. And anyway, he was talking about his ex-girlfriend.” Connor said that I’m naïve. He said what I don’t know about guys would circle the globe at least three times. And tie a bow. He said that’s what guys do to get sympathy and lull you into a false sense of security. I said, “Really? And why would he do that?” He said it’s because Milt’s after me. I had to stop myself from laughing. I mean, really. I said, “I don’t think Milt’s after me, Connor.” He said I don’t know Milt the way he does. I said that’s right, Milt’s not my best friend. And, just for the record, the last time we went out the only thing Milt said to me was, “Do you want the chilli flakes?” He’s just really upset that his girlfriend dumped him like an old shoe with a hole in the toe and he needed to talk about it with someone who wouldn’t rather talk about batting averages. I said and anyway, if one of your friends starts talking to me, what am I supposed to do? Not answer? Question his motives? Oh, I’m sorry so-and-so, but are you talking to me to be polite because I’m sitting here all by myself while everybody else bleats on about foul balls and blind umpires, or are you talking to me because you think I’ve been hoping you’d flirt with me in front of my boyfriend? So then we both laughed. And he apologized. He said he guesses I’m right, he was being kind of ridiculous. He doesn’t know why he got like that. It’s just that he likes me so much and girls in the past haven’t been very trustworthy. He’d really be devastated if I turned out to be like them. We talked until my battery got so low I had to hang up.
Then I had to use the landline to call Nomi and tell her I can’t go bowling tomorrow night after all. Since Connor and I are back on track. She said she should’ve known it was like Santa Claus, too good to be true. I said that of course normally I would never break a date I’d made with my friends to go out with a boy, but it is Saturday. Nomi being Nomi, she wanted to know what the incommunicado phase was all about. She said, “Let me get this straight. He took you out with his friends and then he got mad because one of them talked to you?” I said he knows he was being a jerk
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