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ahead.”
“I just think you were hurt—understandably so—and that bothered you
enough to write him off this long.”
Yes, I had been outraged and hurt too. Something I despised was people
making judgments based on shallow impressions. And that was exactly what
Aaron had done. Especially after I had gone out of my way and tried to
welcome him in the division with the best and warmest intention. I couldn’t
believe I had shown up in his office with a stupid welcome gift—a mug with
a funny quote about being an engineer. To this day, I didn’t know what had
come over me. I hadn’t done that for anyone else. And what had Aaron done?
He had just looked at it in horror and gaped at me like I had grown a second
head as I cracked jokes like a total awkward dumbass.
So, to overhear him say that kind of stuff about me not more than two
days after that … it had just made me feel small and all the more pathetic.
Like I was being shoved aside after not measuring up to the real adults.
“I’m going to take your silence as confirmation of what I said,” Rosie
told me, squeezing my shoulder. “You were hurt, and that’s okay, sweetie.
But is it reason enough to hate him forever?”
I wanted to say yes, but at this point, I didn’t even know anymore. So, I
resorted to something else. “It’s not like he has been trying to be my friend or
anything. He has been a constant pain in my ass all this time.”
Except for that life-saving homemade granola bar, fine. And those papers
he’d printed out for me when he didn’t have to, sure. And maybe for the fact
that he’d stayed late, working with me on Open Day last Wednesday.
Fine, okay, except for those three occasions, he had been a constant pain
in my ass.
“You have been too,” she countered. “You two are equally bad. Actually,
it’s even cute how you two have been looking for excuses to trip each other
and—”
“Oh, hell no,” I cut her off, turning in my seat to fully face her. “Let me
stop you right there before you launch yourself into this weird shit about
looks and whatnot.”
My friend had the nerve to cackle.
I gaped at her. “I don’t know you anymore.”
She recovered, pinning me with a look. “You are oblivious, sweetie.”
“Am not. And you seem to need a reminder, so here’s how things are.” I
pointed in the air with my index finger. “Since I overheard him saying those