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384 pages, Hardcover
First published April 5, 2022
“Well, I guess I got the girl after all,” she says.
“See? I told you my plan would work.”
“Shut up.” She laughs and reaches out to grab the collar of my T-shirt, tugging me into another kiss.
“Molly, how old are you?” she asks.
“Eighteen,” I say, sweat creeping down my back as I wait for the punch line.
“Never have I ever been a virgin at eighteen,” Alex finishes.
I didn’t peg Alex Blackwood to be a reader of the classics.
“Is this the step in your plan where you tell me I need to get in shape and then we hit the gym? Because I have to tell you, I’m not big into exercise, and—”
“What?” She stops walking and looks over at me, her facial expression all twisted up like I just offended her big-time. “No. Why would I ever tell you something like that?”
“Seems exactly like something you’d say,” I reply, shrugging off her overreaction.
“Wow, Alex Blackwood is hungry? Who would’ve thought,”
I give her another hug because while I know it’s lame… we’re basically best friends. We’ve never explicitly called each oher that, but when you’re this close with someone, it doesn’t need to be said. She’s been my closest friend all through high school. My only friend, if I’m honest.
“She’s… definitely straight,” I say, trying to stall, well aware that she’s got a beanie and a flannel on in eighty-degree weather, but it’s not like she’s got a Pride symbol tattooed on her forehead, so…
“I might not deserve a girl like Molly,” I say, my voice low. “But I know I can sure as hell do better than this.”
“Cora, I have liked you for so long. You really have no idea. And when I came to college, I wanted things to be different. I wanted to be different… for you. I’m not really the person you’ve gotten to know this past month. I don’t like rugby or show tunes or art. I hate this dress. I think I look like a Christmas ornament, and I can’t even feel my feet in these heels. Alex has been helping me become the person I thought you would like, but… I guess I ended up becoming, well… me.” I step backward out of her grasp, catching her hands in mine. “Cora, I… I just want to be friends.”
She looks hurt, and stunned, but she nods, falling back a couple of steps.
“I’m sorry. I actually have to go, okay?” I ask, giving her hands a squeeze.