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I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I can explain.”
“Explain what? Explain how you forgot me?” Her voice cracks. She shoves the paper into my chest. “I flunked the test. Not everyone has parents who can pay for their college like you. I can’t afford culinary school without my scholarship, and after this test, I can kiss it goodbye.”
The paper falls to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Ask the teacher if you can redo it, and I promise I’ll help you this time.”
She shakes her head. “Your promises are worthless.”
“Please.”
“You forgot me.Youof all people forgot me when I needed you most.” She takes in a ragged breath. “If you were my friend, you would’ve been there.”
I cross my arms. The whole weekend replays in my mind like a broken record. “That’s not fair. I had—”
“It’s always about you. What you need. What you want. News flash, the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“Let me explain,” I say.
“There’s no point. The damage is already done.” She marches off.
I should run after her and beg her to forgive me, but I’m frozen in place. She wouldn’t even let me talk. I didn’t forget her on purpose, but at this point, I’m exhausted. If she wants to hate me, I’ll add her to the list.
* * *
I losetrack of time and my days begin to run into each other because I refuse to go anywhere. There’s no point in going back to school because, without Sadie, I won’t be able to finish my volunteer hours. Even if I showed up, I wouldn’t be able to graduate anyway. I’d have to repeat the year, no matter what.
New York is officially out of the picture. I’m stuck.
There’s a knock at my door, but my lips stay zipped tight, hoping that whoever it is will assume I’m asleep.
“Becca?” Mom says.
I tuck myself under my covers and close my eyes.
The door creaks as it opens. “I brought you some lunch,” she says. She ventures in and sets a dish on my bedside table, the silverware rattling on the edge.
I remain as still as possible, hoping she’ll take the hint and leave.
“You haven’t eaten all day,” she says. Her voice is flat and her tone is deflated. “I know you can hear me. I heard you walking around a minute ago.”
I open my eyes to glare at her.
She walks over to my window and parts the curtains in a swift motion, letting light stream into my room.
Grimacing, I shield my eyes with my forearm.
She walks over to my closet. “I want you to get dressed today,” she demands as she opens up the door.
“Maybe tomorrow.” I take my laptop and open it up, searching for a new movie to watch.
She rifles through my clothes. “This is cute.” She holds a blue T-shirt from the concert I went to with Ethan. “Put this on.”
The shirt flies through the air, landing on my lap.
I kick it onto the floor. “I said no.”
Mom picks it up and tosses it back to me. “It wasn’t a question.”
