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The rational part of my brain knows not to be jealous of Blue. Aspen has never shown any indication of having feelings for him; if not for her insistence that we keep things secret from him, this wouldn’t even be on my radar.
But she did insist that, and it is on my radar. Which means the fact that she blew off three of my messages and showed up late to practice after getting ice cream with Blue makes me feel a little queasy.
Practice is, of course, wonderful. She finally allows me to hear the rest of her original songs, most of which are about River. They’re beautiful, and they instantly make me feel like a d**k for caring about something as insignificant as ice cream.
“Can I give you a ride home?” I ask her when practice is over.
“Yeah,” she says, sounding relieved by my questio
