“That’s the thing. He doesn’t like you. He’s just using you because you’re around,” I said. I knew it was cruel, but I also knew it was true. Then I walked into the house and left her standing outside.
She chased after me and grabbed my arm, but I shrugged her off.
“Please don’t be mad, Belly. I want things to stay the same with us forever,” Taylor said, brown eyes brimming with tears. What she really meant was, I want you to stay the same forever while I grow bigger breasts and quit violin and kiss your brother.
“Things can’t stay the same forever,” I said. I was saying it to hurt her because I knew it would.
“Don’t be mad at me, okay, Belly?” she pleaded. Taylor hated it when people were mad at her.
“I’m not mad at you,” I said. “I just don’t think we really know each other anymore.
