Chapter 15 Marie
“Maybe,” I find myself stringing together a bunch of words I don’t think I’ve ever said to anyone in this exact order, “we should just be friends.”
Olivia furrows her brow, as though she’s processing what I just said very slowly and deliberately.
“Oh,” she says. “If that’s what you want.”
“For the first time in my life, I don’t think it’s so much about what I want.” I was the one who jumped her. I’ve been the one pining to see her. She’s barely been in touch. She never takes the initiative to see me. If I hadn’t run into her with Madeleine the other day, I might not have seen her for another few weeks. I’m not stupid. I can put two and two together. “It’s okay, Olivia. You’re not direct the same way I am. You don’t just come out and say things and that’s fine. We don’t
