them back. “I want Jace, I don’t want anyone else. The problem isn’t Jace. The problem is me. I’m stuck in this stupid town, going to this stupid high school. It’s not Jace’s fault that I can’t go with him to these parties. It’s mine.”
Becca leans her head on my shoulder. “Maybe it’s just not the right time. Maybe one day you’ll run into Jace at one of those parties and you’ll be older and he’ll be older and then it will be the perfect time for you to date each other.”
“I can’t get into those parties without him,” I say. I know she’s trying to have a productive conversation with me but I can’t really pay attention to anything she says because even though she’s using many different words, I only hear four: Break up with Jace.
“It can work between us, and I want to make it work. I don’t want to give up.”
“How many teenage relationships actually last?” Her eyes look upward. “I can’t think of any of my brother’s friends who married the people they dated in high school. Everyone breaks up and moves on and meets other people. This is your first real relationship so the odds are already stacked against you.”
“I thought you weren’t going to tell me to break up,” I snap, kicking her lightly with my shoe. She laughs. “I’m not, I swear. I’m just trying to give you lots of information that will ease the pain in case you do break up.”
“It doesn’t feel like my first real relationship,” I say, twisting my bracelet around my wrist. “It feels like the only relationship that matters. Jace is my soul mate and I want him forever. I’m still so freaking mad about those photos though.”
“What was his excuse about that?” She glances toward my computer but I know she’s not bitchy enough to make me look at them now. Then again, if Jace has any kind brain, he would have deleted them after I yelled at him last night.
“He said he goes to these big supercross after parties after the races and that he goes with his boss and the Team Yamaha guys. He said he doesn’t even remember that girl because apparently—” I make air quotes at the next word, “— tons of girls come up to him asking for an autograph or picture. I don’t know why he thinks that would make me feel better…tons of girls talking to him every night.. but he said he can’t just tell them no, so he smiles and takes the picture and then moves on.”
Becca shrugs. “That makes sense. I’d be pissed too. That’s your man and other girls need to keep their skank hands off him.”
“Tell me about it!” My heart twists in pain at the mental image of hot girls lining up to wrap their stupid arms around my boyfriend’s waist to take a photo with him. If I were more confident, I’d be proud of him for being so popular. But it’s hard to be confident when you’re a high school loser stuck in Lawson, Texas.
Becca leans forward on my bed, turning to face me . She has a huge grin on her face, meaning she’s already switched topics in her head. “…What is it?” I ask.
“Your new neighbor…” she says with an eyebrow wiggle that makes me want to punch her for being such a dork. “Have you found out any more about him? Is he single?”
“Oh, he’s single. He’s so single he told me he doesn’t want to date anyone.”
“What?” she balks with a roll of her eyes. “That’s stupid.”
“It is stupid. He told me not to even bother trying to set him up with someone.”
Her face turns pale. “You didn’t tell him I liked him, did you?”
“Nope,” I lie. Usually guys are happy to hear that Becca has a crush on them. How was I to know that he’d turn her down? Luckily, he doesn’t seem like the kind of asshole to tell her to her face that he doesn’t want to date her. I’m sure he’ll keep quiet about it so there’s no need for me to hurt her feelings.
Becca shakes her head as if shaking off the bad news about Chase’s permanent single status. “That boy just
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