I was trying to make it a point to talk to Nica more. My dad’s words had really carved out a place in my brain about how I was getting jealous over her and Riley becoming friends, yet I wouldn’t even talk to her. It wasn’t always easy to think of something to say to her, but I kept at it. We’d share brief moments in the kitchen where I’d mention something about a song playing on the radio or I’d ask her when she’d step outside to hit her vape if she was having fun yet. She’d always answer no. Even if it was a good day.
I even took the opportunity to crack a joke when she asked Frankie to go car shopping with her. It stung a little to hear her inviting him along and offering to buy him lunch. I had learned quickly though from watching how they’d throw candy wrappers, flick each other on t
