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Why not? Because she’ll rub it in. She’ll never let me live it down. She’ll hold this over my head until her dying day and then come back to haunt me just so she can taunt me with it.
“Tell me now,” she says.
“No.”
“Tell me now, or I’ll set the red coat on fire.”
My jaw drops, and an errant piece of popcorn falls out of my mouth and into my lap. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me,” she says.
“You’re pure evil,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” she says, a mock-sincere look on her face. “Now spill it.”
“Fine. The thing I’ve been putting off is admitting something to myself.”
A smile spreads across her face. She already knows.
“You like Graham,” she sing-songs.
“Shut up,” I say, grabbing one of my matching throw pillows. I throw it at her face, but she easily evades it.
“You do,” she says. “I could tell the other night at karaoke.”
“Ugh,” I say, covering my face. “I hate this.”
“Why?” she says. “This is good news.”
“It’s not, though. Graham is ... It’s not that simple with him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean ... I don’t think he feels the same.”
“Have you told him how you feel?”
“Of course not,” I say, looking at my best friend like she has two heads. “Are you crazy?”
She tucks her chin, pushing her lips out. “This isn’t middle school, Lucy.”
“You know I don’t have a lot of experience here. And I just feel like ... like I’m going to get my heart broken.”
“I’d be shocked if he doesn’t feel the same.”
My heads swivels to hers. “Why do you say that?”
“You should have seen the way he was staring at you the other night. Watching you do your song. And when you sat on that guy’s lap, I thought actual steam was going to come out of his ears.”
I wave her words away with my hand. “That’s because he hates that guy. You saw him go all bodyguard when he tried to buy me a drink.”
“That didn’t seem like protection to me. It seemed like jealousy.”
I mull over her words. Maybe he was jealous, but that was only secondary to him not wanting me around that Brett guy. I want to think there was more, but I also think I shouldn’t read into it.
“What do I do?” I ask my best friend.
“Tell him,” she says.
