Page 109 of Never Have I Ever
“It works for me,” she says, shrugging.
I sigh. “The one time I try to hook up with a guy, and I fall in love.”
“It wasn’t just about the sex though. It sounds like you hung out and talked. Of course, you’d get attached.”
She’s right. It wasn’t just about the sex. I trusted him and liked him and then gave my body to him. I should have known this would happen. “Then why didn’t he?” I ask. If he liked being around me too, why didn’t he get attached?
She looks defeated as her shoulders slump. “I don’t know,” she says. “But I don’t believe he feels nothing for you, though.”
I sigh and look away from her. “Trust me, he doesn’t.”
She finally stands up from the bed and pulls the curtains open. “Okay, get up.”
I snap my eyes closed and bring the sheet back over my head. “What are you doing?” I ask her, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light I haven’t seen in seven days.
“An intervention,” she says. “You’ve wallowed enough. Now it’s time for step two.”
“Which is?” I ask her, popping my head out from under the sheets, squinting from the light flowing into the dark room.
“Get back out there,” she says, standing with her hands on her hips.
I shake my head. Nope, not yet. “Isn’t there some steps in between that?”
“Well, you missed denial, anger, and bargaining, and went straight to depression, which means the next step is acceptance.”
I shake my head again. “I’m not ready for that.”
“And you never will be if you stay in bed all day,” she says.
I pull the covers over my head, snuggling into the mattress. “But it’s so comfy here,” I say.
“I bet,” Leila says, ripping the covers off the bed, leaving me in just the sheet. “But how about we go out tonight?” she says. I groan, turning over and burying my head in my pillow. “C’mon. The girls are going to the bar later tonight. You can get dressed, look sexy, and try to move on.”
None of that sounds appealing to me. “I just want to sleep,” I tell her, the noise muffled by the pillow.
“You can sleep all you want after we go.”
I look up and squint at her. “Can I eat a whole tub of ice cream?”
She smiles and holds up two fingers. “Two. But you need to get your butt off this bed first. You in?” she asks.
I pout. “Do I have to?”
She nods. “It’s the only way you’ll start to get over him, Rosie.”
All I know is that I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t want to sit and cry over Grayson and think we did and realize it was all a game to him. A favor and nothing more. “Okay.”
“What was that?” she says, lifting her eyebrows in shock.
I roll my eyes, throwing my pillow at her. “I said okay.”
She laughs, grinning, and I laugh along with her. Maybe it won’t be so bad. “Let’s go,” she says, pulling my arms up and off the bed. “You need a shower,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “You stink.”
“I do not,” I say, defensively.
“Rosie, te quiero, but you smell of misery and desperation,” she teases, shoving me out of my room. “C’mon,” she says, trailing behind me. “Let’s find something hot for you to wear.”
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