And now I can’t stop thinking about it, and I’ve probably fucked up our friendship, and tomorrow, I’m expected to go to work like nothing. Fucking. Happened.
I drop my head on the table, sighing.
“I did something.”
“Somethin’ bad?”
I nod, scratching my nose against the table.
“Somethin’ illegal?”
“Maybe.” It feels illegal. “No.”
“Do I wanna know?”
I snort. “No.”
“Do Ineedto know?”
I shake my head as I hear her pulling a chair out, sitting down.
“Are you hurt?”
I shrug.
“Did you hurt someone?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble. “Maybe.”
“Okay,” she says, stroking my hair. “I’m here, if you need me.”
“Thanks—”
“But,” she cuts me off. “If you’ve hurt someone, even if you didn’t mean it, you apologize. You let them know you’re sorry. The rest is up to them.”
17
Seth
Now playing: “Back to friends” by sombr
I’vebeenatthestudio for two hours when Kaden walks in. I knew he was going to show up around this time because I’ve checked his schedule three times since I got here. I know he has a customer in thirty minutes. And I’ve told myself I’m fine.
This is fine.
We’re fine.
Everything’s just fine.
I mean, sure, we did something stupid and dicey this weekend. Something I never expected to happen, and I might’ve had a minor freak-out yesterday.
Might have spent an hour or two staring at the floor, wide-eyed while mumbling, “what the fuck?” until my voice gave up on me. Might have spent the rest of the day speed-cleaning my apartment, rearranging my furniture and then changing it back again.
But it’s Kaden. My best friend. We’ll befine.
I take a deep breath, put a smile on, and throw him a, “Hey, babe!”
His eyes flick to me as he puts the thermometer down. “Sup?”
