Page 89 of Over Us, Over You


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The word “Corey” was on my lips, but something told me not to say it. Something told me to lock that admission away in the same box where our former summer nights and secret prom kiss belonged.

“I’m not in love, Jonathan,” I said, standing up. “I was just trying to get some answers out of you.”

“I figured.” He laughed. “I bought new coffees and teas for you to make if you get tired of all the people in the house.”

“Thanks.” I bent down and gave him a hug, and then I walked back to Corey’s room. I needed to pen a new entry about what it was like sharing a house with a group of annoying startup people, but when I returned to the room “redheaded girl” was reading from my journal. And the room was filled with a group of other people who were listening as well.

I froze in the doorway as my written words left her lips, as Corey laughed—fucking laughed, along with everyone else.

“I bet you a million I’ll be his wife someday?” His girlfriend cackled. “Oh god, Corey! You really need to tell her she’s not your close friend, and she’s living in a fantasy world before she stalks you or something.”

“Yeah man,” one of the other guys said. “This is why we told you not to talk to her so much. She thinks you actually have something in common outside of her brother.”

“She’s just a kid with a crush, guys,” someone else said. “Don’t take this too seriously. If she wants to think they’re that close, then in her mind they’re that close.”

I waited for him to defend me, to say that I was his close friend. That everyone else in this room had only known him for under a year, but he didn’t say anything. He just laughed, shattering my naive heart to pieces in the process.

Wiping tears from my face, I rushed out of the room and went to Jonathan’s closet—pulling my other journal from the bottom dresser.

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DEAR (SECOND) DIARY,

I take back everything I said about Corey in my other diary, and I take back thinking about being closer to him in college.

I’ll make sure I go someplace like Memphis—deep in the South, so I don’t have to deal with someone who’s so hot and cold to their so-called close friend.

Love Sucks,

Hayley

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