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Twenty-Five
BJ
I lie down on our kitchen counter and groan.
Jonah sips his juice, staring over at me from the couch as he eats a bowl of cereal. “You know you didn’t make that sound the whole time she was gone?”
I groan again. “Did you see her face?”
“Yeah, bro—” Jonah gives me a look. “It looked about as wrecked as I thought it would.”
Another groan. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
Jonah dumps his glass in the sink loudly to make a point. “Tell me you’re joking.” I look over at him, frowning. “Beej, I’ve got a chip in my chin from when I tried to stop you walking in to that fucking tattoo shop.”
I roll my eyes.
He shows me his chin. “You hit me.”
I squint over. Can’t see it. He can be so dramatic.
Jo shakes his head, eyeing me. “I believe my exact words were ‘I think you’re going to regret this’ and you said, ‘I already got so many of those, what’s another?’”
I bang my head down against the marble. “She looked so hurt.”
“Yeah, well, mission accomplished then. Wasn’t that the point?”
“No.” I stand up, square my shoulders. “Liberation was the point.”
“Well, she’s not Cuba and you don’t seem liberated,” he tells me sarcastically and I flip him off.
I open the fridge, pull out a water and look back at him.
“What am I going to do?”
Jo shrugs. “You and Parks always prattle on about a time machine?” he offers. No help there.
“I’ll get it removed—” I ignore him, nodding to myself. “I’ll just get it taken off.”
“That’s a good idea, man.” Jonah gives me a shrug. “Yeah, because it’ll take about 3 years for it to come off, which is probably the same amount of time that it’ll take for Parks to forgive you.”
I glare over at him, chug some water. “Do you think she went home with Rush?”
“Do I think she went home with Rush?”
My best friend tosses me a look. “Beej, we watched them leave together.”
“Yeah, but like — you know — do you think they…?”
“Yes, BJ.” Jonah nods emphatically. “I do think that. Of course they did. They have before, you know they have.”
I feel sick.
Jo gives me a look. “Fuck, man, everyone knows they have. There’s a photo of him with his hand up her dress on the Côte d’Azu.”
“That doesn’t mean that they did last night.” I open the fridge again, looking for something to do.
Jonah does something on his phone and then waves it in my face. “Yes, it does.”
