BFF over BF?

Chapter 8

Jay

Do you think you can guess what I got on my first roll?!.

Well I don't know if you guessed it or not, but that zero sure didn't change!.

“Wow. you weren't kidding!,” Xander says in disbelief.

“Yeah,” I say with a chuckle, touching the back of my neck.

“Maybe It’s because you're just warming up?”. “Can’t be explained,” I say with a shrug.

“If you think so”.

On my next turn, I knock down five pins, then roll directly into the gutter.

“How do you roll directly into the gutter?!,” Xander asks in bewilderment. “Like I said, I don’t know!,” I say, before we both burst into laughter.

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When the game is over I have a score of 29.

“Like I said, I’m terrible at bowling,” I say, before they get the chance to c***k any jokes.

“What’s the highest score you've ever gotten?,” says one of Claire's many friends I still can’t remember the name of.

“Let's just say that I’ve never gotten a score even remotely close to 100,” I say with a voice, quiet and squeaky as a mouse.

“Wow!,” Xander says, stopping me, and putting his arm around my shoulder. “Smile!!,” he says, snapping a few pictures of us together. He moves and takes a picture of only me.

“I’m gonna use one of these as your contact picture,” he says with a small smile, sliding out of view.

“Wow, how did you get him to like you so quickly?!. He never likes anyone unless he’s known them for a while,” Claire's friend says.

“I don’t know?!,” I say with a shrug, “Common interests?”.

“Well whatever it is, he doesn’t just go around handing out his info to people he just met. He especially isn’t the one who asks for their number, he’s usually the one being asked,” they add.

“Really?!,” I ask with what I hope is a shocked expression.

“Bye,” Xander says as Claire and I head back the way we came.

“Bye,” I reply with a wave.

“You actually got him to like you?!,and the first time you met!. Teach me your ways,” she says.

“Honestly, I had a crush on him for the longest time and when I confessed, he bluntly rejected me,” she says sadly. “He left nothing to question. He made his feelings very clear for me,” she adds, with a face of longing.

“He probably didn’t want to lead you on and make it hurt more,” I say, understanding why he would reject her the way he did.

“When someone first asked me out, I didn’t draw a line. And that person wouldn't leave me alone and would disturb people close to me, saying I’m hers,” I shiver from the thought of her.

“So I sort of get it, he didn’t want any problems to come from him not drawing a clear line,” I say, nodding.

“Still hurt,” she mumbles, regaining her earlier expression now that we were alone.

“I get it,” I say, feeling dejected and isolated from the world.

“Have fun?,” my mom asks as I open the door and hang my coat.

“It was something,” I say with a resigned expression.

“Did something happen?,” she ask with worry.

“Not this time,” I mumble with a straight face. When I plot on the bed, my phone rings.