stuff I hadn’t seen yet wouldn’t matter in the long run.
My life was black and white. It gave me comfort in knowing there were no gray areas. Even though my life might not turn out the way most girls hoped, I would be happy. If I accepted the possibility there was gray within my visions, that there was a chance of changing things, then who was I?
The sound of the doorbell put an end to my wallowing. I shoved the leftover plate in the fridge and slammed the door shut then threw the plastic wrap into the drawer before going to answer the door.
Nathan stood there just as I knew he would be. I held the door open for him and as he passed me, I let myself enter the haze of his future.
There again was the image of my dad walking in on Phoebe and Nathan along with more images of them dancing at Lily and Micah’s wedding in six years.
“She’s in her room,” I said and motioned him inside. He smiled and strode past me. I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my jacket and purse, then called down the stairs, “I’m going to Nadine’s.”
I didn’t bother waiting for a response. Lily would be the one to tell Dad where I was when he got home. I headed out, locking the door behind me. As much as I wanted to go veg in my bed and read a book, I’d promised Nadine. I really was trying, but it was hard to be enthusiastic about another night of painting our toenails while watching The Hunger Games movies on repeat. Besides, it’s not like I had a choice; the future was already decided.
Chapter 4
Nadine epitomized the perky high school cheerleader minus the cattiness typically associated with them. She made everything funny and loud. I’d been like that before my visions started going wonky. Now I found it impossible to be in a good mood when I was too busy questioning everything I thought was true about myself.
For the past few weeks, I’d been doing a pretty good imitation of Lily’s somber attitude. Depressing was the best way to describe it. I seriously needed to get back to having some fun. I wanted to be that happy girl again.
“Oh, my God! I totally forgot to tell you.” Nadine froze, her hand holding the nail polish brush suspended inches above her toes. “Bianca dumped Logan. She said when he came over this afternoon to meet her parents he cleaned up and took out the nose ring and the tongue stud. They said he was nice.”
We laughed at Bianca’s failed attempt to shock her parents. Bianca was in constant rebellion against her tradition-minded parents who dreamed of her becoming a doctor like her older brothers. She was lucky she was so fun to be around otherwise I’d never consider befriending anyone who was also friends with Phoebe.
“Do you think she even liked him?” Nadine asked.
“I think so. I mean, she was really into him and was always talking about him.” I snickered, knowing any real interest she had in Logan disappeared the moment he tried to impress her folks.
“Owen thinks she tries too hard.”
“Owen?” I raised an eyebrow in question then leaned to the side to avoid her swatting hand.
“Yes, Owen. And you can stop pretending not to know who he is. Phoebe’s been friends with him for years.”
“Oh, right.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you sure it’s not because you’ve been secretly dating him the past three weeks? Or because you dated him last summer and never told me?”
She blushed with guilt. “How did you find out?”
“Uh, as you said the guy is one of Phoebe’s friends and when has she ever kept her mouth shut about anything? Why didn’t you tell me?” I swiped a toe with the dark purple polish.
“I was going to, but then it was over and I felt kinda stupid. Owen is smart, like super smart. I didn’t even know why he went out with me. I still don’t know why.”
Her lack of ego was probably one of the characteristics that attracted him. And Andrew. I put the finishing touches on my nails before tightening the lid on the polish bottle.
“Hello, you’re the