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AMELIA AND I WALKthrough the mall in search for the bathrooms. We originally came here for a bit of retail therapy, but I'm starting to think she only brought me here to talk about Easton. Every time her mouth opens, it always ends up back at him.
“I'm just saying, he lost his shit when you left with that guy,” she tells me. “Even Zayn had a hard time calming him down and keeping him from going after you two.”
I sigh heavily. “I told you already, that guy's name is Alec, and I've known him since I was like fourteen. He took me to an ax-throwing place to let off some steam, but that was it.”
“Well, I hope so.” She pushes the door to the bathroom open and we both step inside. “I mean, I know E fucked up massively, but I'm still holding out hope for you two. You two are so perfect for each other and I...”
She goes off into a tangent, but I tune it out. I've spent the last few days telling myself that I need to get over him, but how can I do that when my best friend is constantly down my throat about it? The answer is simple—I can't. The only way I'm going to be able to move on is by killing any hopes she has about me ending up with her brother, even if it hurts her.
“Oh, I know!” she says excitedly.
“Amelia.”
“What if you two tried couples counseling? I've heard that works for some people.”
“Amelia.”
“I know, I know. It sounds insane because we're so young, but what could it hurt?”
“Amelia!”
Finally realizing I'm trying to get through to her, she stops. “Oh. Yeah, sure.”
She digs in her purse before pulling out a tampon and handing it to me. My brows furrow as I look at it, but she only extends her hand further, getting me to take it.
“We are still synced up, right?” she asks.
Realization sets in and my heart pounds inside my chest. If she has her period now, that means...fuck. I mask my internal panic, not wanting her to see that I'm on the edge of a massive breakdown, and take the tampon from her.
“Yeah, of course.”
Completely oblivious to what might be the biggest crisis of my life, she smiles and starts fixing her makeup in the mirror while I slip into the stall. I slip my phone from my pocket and immediately open my health app. It takes me a minute to find the menstrual section but when I do, the entire world seems to crumble around me.
Your period is 57 days late.
