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“What are you doing with him?” Nicole demands.
Troy doesn’t say anything, just crosses his arms over his blink-
182 tee and glares.
“I should go,” Griffin says as he starts to back away.
“No,” I say, grabbing his arm. “Don’t go.” If he and I are going to
be together, then Nicole and Troy come with the package. It’ll be
better for everyone if we air things out now.
He moves to my side and I slip my arm around his. Nicole’s scowl
deepens.
“As of yesterday,” she says, sneering, “you hated his guts.”
“I know.” I squeeze his arm tighter so he knows that’s all changed.
“But we talked things through.”
“You were nothing but a bet to him,” Troy finally says.
“No!” Griffin shouts. “That’s not true. It was never just about
the bet.”
Nicole snorts. “Right, as if we’d ever trust anything you say.”
There’s a sudden tension in the air, an electricity that’s about
something much more deep-rooted than my fight with Griffin.
Nicole looks ready to unleash her powers on him, regardless of the
consequences.
They’ve kept their feelings about the past—about whatever ended
their friendship and disrupted their parents’ lives—long enough. I
know that Troy is mainly upset out of loyalty to me, for the heartache
Griffin had caused, and to Nicole, for whatever she believes
Griffin did to her. If we work through the problem with Nicole . . .
well, at least it will be a start.
“I think it’s time to confront the past.” Boy, do I sound like therapist
Mom, or what? “Both of you have been avoiding this for too long.”
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