It was Nikki. She sat up, and her blouse was half-open. She stared at me, and I stared at her.
It was like all the anger suddenly drained out of me. I didn’t know the name for the emotion I felt, but I didn’t like it.
“Let’s go,” I told Jenny, and I walked away.
The two of us were quiet while we were in the coffee shop. Jenny only asked me one thing.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
Jenny knew that I didn’t want to talk about it, and she respected that.
I remembered that Nikki said she thought the boy loved her. Maybe he really did love her. Then I remembered how much Nikki cried for weeks. I remembered the way she sounded when she asked me to stay with her in her room. How could someone who loves you cause you that much hurt?
I really don’t understand boys.
Looking forward to meet you,
Ca
