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We pull out of the non-consensual hug and my muscles cramp. “You were that convinced I was with Lewis?”
Her eyes water. “He doesn’t love me.”
I bite into my lip, remembering all the months I wished for Lewis to fall for me. “I don’t think he loves me either.”
Crap. That hurts. That really freaking hurts.
She grabs onto my hands and pouts. “I’m sorry I’ve taken this out on you. I’m just so scared. I’ve ruined all my friendships, and I keep replacing my boyfriends so I’m never alone. It would be nice if I just had one friendship that worked.”
My eyebrow raises. “With me?”
A nervous smile twitches her lips. “Would that be so bad?”
“Not if you’re honest and kind.” My hands go limp in hers. “And, I’m sorry Yvie, I just don’t know if you can be.”
Her shoulders slump. “Me either. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I say, sliding my hands out of her grip. “You’re just prone to overreact. But hey, what girl isn’t tied to her emotions?”
She sniffs and pats under her eyes. “Do you forgive me?”
Considering I am trying to get between her and her boyfriend, and I’m unwilling to admit it, what choice do I have? “Sure, Yvie. You’re forgiven.”
She squeals and pulls me back into a tight hug. I grunt in her grip, struggling to breathe.
“Thank you, Kylie,” she whispers. “I promise to be a better friend.”
Remembering I can’t do anything to jeopardize Parker and Lewis’s friendship, I nod against Yvie’s shoulder. “Me too.”
“So, do you think I should patch things up with Lewis?”
No. “Are you actually mad at him? Or are you just feeling insecure?”
Dang, Parker’s getting in my head.
Yvie sits back. “Hmm. Hadn’t thought of it like that before.”
“Besides thinking he’s into me, is there any other reason you don’t want to be with him?”
Yvie sighs. “It’s not that I don’t want to be with him. It’s that, I’m scared he doesn’t want to be with me.”
“So, insecurity is at play?”
Dang it, Parker.
She shrugs. “I guess. I thought I had my stuff together better than this.”
“We all have our stuff.”
Intrigue lights up her eyes. “What’s yours?”
I gulp. There’s no way I’m telling the gossip queen about my Kikki alter ego or my fantasyland with Lewis.
I fake a smile. “Oh, you know, I’m always afraid my hair is a mess when I’m at school.”
Yvette brushes a hand over my hair. “You always look good. You’re just too mousy for your own good.”
I flinch. “You think?”
