Thirty-Seven
“You were awesome,” Patience says for what feels like the fiftieth time.
“Thanks, Pitter-Patter.” I’m still blushing. Still buzzing. Still high as a kite.
I knew every word to the song and I sang them with a voice full of all the pain and heartbreak I’d felt over the past few days.
“You were meant for me, and I was meant for you …”
Jewel isn’t usually my cup of tea, musically, but I don’t know a teenage girl on the planet who doesn’t know the words to that song. Even if they weren’t born when it was released. It’s the quintessential song of breaking up.
Of lost love.
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams.
“I try and tell myself it’ll be all right …”
Will it be all right?
I look around the cafe table, at my sister, at the guys from the band.
At Jed.
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