I Know It's Over
miniskirted ass. “Looking good, Vix, baby. You got twenty minutes for me?”
    We all erupted into laughter, instantly twice as boisterous. “Twenty minutes,” Gavin said, smiling with his teeth. “Since when is that, Keelor? Trying to break your record?”
    Keelor laughed as hard as anyone, and Vix, spotting one of her friends at the other end of the hall, smiled and disappeared into the crowd, catcalls trailing behind her.
    Just then Sasha swung out from somewhere behind us. Normally I wouldn’t have said anything to her, but we’d had that conversation at the mall only days before and I figured that warranted something a little extra.
    “Hey, Sasha,” I said, expecting a similar response or at least the traditional nod.
    She spun to look at me, then continued to pass as though she’d thought better of it. A new low for the two of us. I didn’t get it. I was positive she’d heard. Keelor scrunched up his face, offended on my behalf, and confirmed it. “She heard you, man. What a bitch.”
    Exactly. I felt my face getting hot. My throat was tightening the way it did before a fight. I’m not a violent person, but if you slewfoot me on the ice, you’re asking for trouble. This felt just like that, like someone had kicked my skates out from under me, sending me down fast and hard.
    I rushed down the hall after her and cut her off in front of Ms. Raines’s English class before I had time to think. She must’ve been a full six inches shorter than me. My head bent down towards hers, my jaw square with my shoulders. “Sasha,” I said irritably. “What? You don’t say hi?”
    “I didn’t see you,” she said, crossing her arms and clutching her notebook in front of her.
    “No, you did see me,” I corrected. She seemed angrier than I was and I had no idea why. I looked into her angry face and noted that it wasn’t identical to her concentration face after all, not quite. She was pouting at me like a kid, like Holland used to when I’d been ignoring her. There was this force field of bad vibes between us, running all the way up to the ceiling.
    “Okay, I did see,” she said flatly. “You were all being such assholes I didn’t feel like saying hello, okay?”
    “What? You mean with Vix?” What else could she mean? I was stunned. What was the big deal?
    “Victoria, yeah, I mean her. You’re standing there laughing your ass off at Keelor being a moron and then you turn around and say hi to me like the whole thing was nothing.” She glared at me like I was toilet paper, or something worse, stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
    “It was nothing.” I frowned. “If she’s not offended, why should you be? We’re all friends. You know that, right?” Shit. I didn’t need that kind of bullshit from this girl.
    “I’m just sick of it happening all the time around here.”
    She looked genuinely worn out, and I forgot to defend myself. “Is someone messing with you or something?”
    “No.” She shook her head. “Forget it, okay?” Embarrassment crept into her face as she stared past me at the open English room door.
    I wanted to escape then too. I couldn’t decide whether to move aside and follow her into English class or what. In the end I said the only thing that came into my head: “You going to English?”
    “Yeah,” she said. “You?”
    “Uh-huh.” We were still standing by the door, people filtering into class around us.
    Sasha unfolded her arms and held her notebook down by her side. “Look, it’s not just you guys specifically. It’s everyone, you know? All the time. Making these comments or grabbing at girls and all that.”
    I guess I knew what she was talking about. A lot of guys around school were like that. I considered explaining just how close Keelor and Victoria were, but I didn’t. I hated that she made me feel like defending my friends and myself, and I had a sneaking suspicion that the information wouldn’t make much difference anyway. “So what did you want?” I asked.
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