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“It’s the soccer. If I didn’t play sports, I’d be twice my size. And when I go away to school, I don’t want to gain the freshman fifty.”
Veronica laughed so hard I thought her Diet Coke was going to come out her nose. “It’s fifteen, Tilly. The freshman fifteen.”
“Oh,” I said, biting down on my lip. “I guess that makes more sense.”
“Besides, once you’re at school, we won’t have our donut hole tradition.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Till, you’re going to that fancy-schmancy art school.”
“Correction, I applied to art school. No guarantee I’m going to get in.”
“When’s your interview again?”
“Monday.”
“Wait, like in two days?”
“Yeah, I’m terrified. I’ve wanted to go there forever.”
Veronica sighed. “And Wyatt’s going to follow you there. How sweet. You two make me just a little bit sick.”
“Stop it,” I said, wiping powdered sugar off my mouth and taking a sip of my coffee. “We both wanted to go there before we even started dating. And besides, he’s only going to be a junior. He has a whole year to break up with my ass and go to some other fancy art school. Meanwhile, I’ll be at Lurie’s—hopefully, anyway—by myself.”
“You think Wyatt Johansen would ever break up with you? Are you kidding me? That boy is whipped. For real.” She made the dreaded whipped sound: wha-psshh
Naturally, I rolled my eyes.
“He is not.”
“Whatever,” she said. “Do you want the last one?”
“I think I deserve it after that comment.”
“Just for that,” she said, reaching into the large paper sack, “I’m taking it.” She popped the chocolate donut hole into her mouth and smirked before washing it down with two huge swigs of her Diet Coke.
“How can you drink that in the morning?”
She shook her head. “Don’t start with me. I get enough from my mother.”
“Relax. I don’t care about your health,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Gee, thanks.”
“You know what I mean—I’m just saying it seems gross.”
“Don’t knock it ’til you try it.”
“Hey,” I said, rising to my feet. “I just had a thought. Wyatt loves their apple fritters. I’ll get him some and walk over there. You know, as a peace offering for yesterday. Want to come with me?”
“Nah, my mom’s dragging me to some baby shower for her cousin that we haven’t seen in, like, years. But I’ll walk with you toward his neighborhood.”
“Are you going to be sad to give up soccer?”
“I’m not giving it up,” I said, trying to avoid the question. “I’ve been training like crazy.”
“You know what I mean…”
