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.So are you still best friends with him or what?”“Why?”“I have to know.”He glances at his wristwatch.“I don’t have time for the ‘things change’ speech, Parker.”“So give me the CliffNotes version.”“Okay.You ready?” he asks.I nod.“Things change.”“Chris.”He makes an exasperated noise.“He just got back and there happens to be this event in Whitney that I think I’d probably have a better time at if I took Jake along.Over Evan.Satisfied?”I shake my head.“No.”“Why?”“I don’t know.” Everything feels wrong.I start snapping my fingers again.“But what about me? How do you feel about me? You’re still hung up on me, aren’t you?”“Parker—”“This is your fault,” I say.“You made me go to the dance.”His mouth drops open.I go to the girls’ washroom and pace because my brain is telling me to do something and this is it.Pace.This is so annoying; last week I had the whole school and everyone in it and now things are different and I hate it.The door opens, but I pace in spite of it.Anyway, it’s Becky, so it doesn’t matter.“Oh,” she says when she sees me.She walks over to the sink, pencil case in hand because that’s where she keeps her makeup.“Hi.”I watch, still pacing, as she takes out her lipstick and gets to work.“What do you and Chris talk about?”The lipstick hovers above her lower lip.She stares at me in the mirror.“None of your business?”“Do you talk about, like, the deep stuff? Important stuff? Or just basketball and cheerleading? Or is it a sex thing and you don’t talk at all?”She does her lips and caps her lipstick before she even dignifies that with an answer, which drives me crazy.“What did you and Chris talk about?” she asks.“Everything,” I say quickly.“Our conversations were deep and profound.”“Would you quit pacing?”I can’t stop.I want to tell her that, but I don’t.And I wouldn’t stop anyway, now that I know she wants me to.“Do you talk about Evan and stuff?”“And stuff,” she repeats faintly, smiling a little.“And stuff? Yeah, we talk about Evan ‘and stuff.’”“Do you talk about me?”She crosses her arms.“What is wrong with you, Parker?”“Is Chris over me? I mean—” I stop pacing.“Is he?”“Your name doesn’t come up so much anymore.”I snap my fingers.Both of them.Again and again.“Just like that?”“Just like that.”“I don’t believe you.”I leave the washroom as the bell rings, Becky calling after me.I’ve got my usual meeting with Grey, and for once in my life I’m glad.Finally, someone I can predict.I enter her office, sit down, and we say nothing and I feel a little better.At least there’s still one person in this school who can be counted on.After the first fifteen minutes of quiet, she starts flipping through a magazine.I blink.I’m on the lawn, by the bushes where I threw up.I blink again and I’m next to Chris.I blink again and Jessie’s dancing, making out with a new mystery guy, different from the last one.Where do they all come from? I blink again and Evan’s there, screaming at both of them.I blink again and someone’s pulling Chris away because something’s broken, a lamp or a vase.I blink again and I’m alone, in front of the drinks table set out on the lawn.I’m here because I’m thirsty.My hands drift over the booze and go straight for the bowl of punch for the designated driver.I fill up a cup with shaking hands and drink it, then another.It’s passion fruit or strawberry Hawaiian something and it tastes good.Then, a voice behind me:“Someone spiked that, like, an hour ago.”I drop the cup and moan.“Oh, God.”Becky laughs.“Good one.”I shuffle over to a soft patch of grass and sit down.Someone will probably have to peel my alcohol-bloated corpse off the lawn come morning.“Chris wants me to get you inside,” Becky says, grabbing my arms and pulling.She stumbles forward and giggles, her face in my face, beer on her breath.“Come on.”“Where’s Jessie?”“Somewhere.I was just talking to her,” she says brightly, pulling on my arm again.She gives up and sits beside me.“She and Evan are so over, by the way.Well done, Parker.I should console him.”“You would.”Then I remember it’s my mission to fix what I did, because it’s wrong and I don’t do things that are wrong.The goal swims in front of my mind and starts to drift away, but I try really hard to hold on to it.And then I close my eyes.Maybe after I sleep.“Did you see them fighting by the pool? So over,” she says again, giggling.My head snaps up.“Big surprise.Me and Evan, we’d make a much better match.”“Parasite,” I say.I blink several times, trying to snap myself out of this fuzzy place.“It’s never going to happen.”“It will.We have tons in common.” Tipsy Becky is a thousand times more annoying than sober Becky, and that’s saying something.“So when are you going to relinquish captaining duties to me, anyway?”“Fuck off and die first and then we’ll talk,” I mumble, feeling my head go forward.It wants to sleep.No.I jerk upright.It doesn’t really help.“I’ll be captain in a week.” Her voice is hard, too hard, and it dawns on me through the murk that she’s only pretending to be drunk, which is one of her favorite party tricks because she’s under this bizarre delusion it’s cute.“You’ll finally snap or the rest of the girls will vote you off the squad.Whichever comes first.”“Brave to say so in front of me.” I struggle to push myself up from the ground, but it’s just not happening.“I could ruin your life.”“You won’t remember any of this,” she says.“What makes you think you deserve to be captain?”“I’m nicer than you, for starters.” She goes quiet for so long I think that’s it, I can pass out, but no, she starts talking again.“I’m nice to everyone and no one gives a damn.You tear people down and act like you’re doing them a favor and they act like you’re Jesus because they’re stupid enough to believe it.At least they’re starting to catch on now.Not even being Chris’s girlfriend is helping you.And I’m so looking forward to making everyone realize how much better they could’ve had it with me.”“That’s really pathetic.” I have to force every word through my teeth.“And I’ll remember this, Becky.”She snorts.“Where’s Jessie?” I use Becky’s shoulder to get into standing position.The world tilts.For a second, I think I’ll be sick, but I’m not and I’m standing and it’s a miracle.“Becky, where is she?”“I talked to her for a minute, after she and Evan fought.She was crying her eyes out.She said she was going to run away.Drama Queen.” Becky looks up at me and smiles.“Nice going, Parker.”“Where did she go?”Becky points in the direction of the woods.nineteenThey could be talking about me, like, right now.Chris and Jake.I hate that.So after I choke down dinner I decide to take Bailey for a walk.I slip on my shoes, call him from the living room and hook him up to the leash.He figures out what’s going on and squirms and slobbers all over me.“I thought dogs were supposed to mellow with age,” I tell him.He flicks his tongue at my face and I back away just in time.“Jesus, Bailey.”“Parker, don’t talk like that in the house,” Mom says.“It’s disrespectful.”Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.“I’ll see you guys later.”“Have a nice walk, sweetheart.” Dad.“Be home by nine.” Mom.I don’t say anything.“I mean it, Parker.”“Yeah, sure,” I say, and then, for good measure: “Whatever.”So I leave and we walk, and it’s an okay walk
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