“What about
as your friend?” Rosalie asked.
Alex tipped
her head to the side to look at her with contempt. “I don’t want to be friends,
Rosalie.”
Rosalie fidgeted.
She wished she knew how to fix this without sacrificing her hope of someday
getting out of Ashhawk.
“Friends
take care of each other and hang out. We’ve always done those things. What’s
the difference between that and what we are?” Rosalie asked.
Alex looked
at Rosalie with an expression of blank incredulity. Rosalie panicked, realizing
she’d said exactly the wrong thing.
“Are you
joking?”
“No...”
Rosalie said, feeling even worse.
Alex looked
back at the TV, a look of sullen resignation on her face. “I guess there’s no
difference then.”
Rosalie sat
still, tuned to Alex, wishing she would call her Rosie. But
