Chapter 8I stayed in the bathroom and cried forever, choking back sobs, trying to understand why I felt so bad. This was going all wrong. Becca didn’t secretly have a crush on me. She clearly liked Steve better. There didn’t seem to be a thing in the world I could do to change that. I finally stopped crying, but stayed in the bathroom longer to dry my face and try to make my eyes not so red. After several deep breaths I realized I couldn’t stay in here all night, and went back to Becca’s room.
She was still on the phone. Didn’t even seem to notice I was gone.
I sat on the floor in dejection, shuffling the cards, as Aaliyah played in the background.
I wasn’t mad at Becca. Not really. It wasn’t her fault she liked guys and didn’t even give the possibility of being with me a single fleetin
