Kina
I dialed Kyle’s number and waited for him to answer. The phone rang for so long that I was sure I would get voicemail. I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty and my heart was pounding.
I was starting to prepare what I wanted to say in my mind when he answered. By the time he did, I was rather surprised, since I was expecting him to ignore me. I figured he must not know my number.
“It’s me,” I said.
“I know.”
Maybe that was why he’d taken so long to answer. Maybe he was trying to decide if he wanted to speak to me.
“Can we talk?” I asked. “In person? I don’t want to leave things the way they are, especially not with how things have been going with Jacob and me. I want to talk it out.”
“Are you going to invite him, too?” Kyle asked. He sounded unsure, bitter, even.
“I was co
