Page 192 of I Can't Even Think Straight
“Obi definitely stopped
coming to youth squad
because of me.” I sigh.
“He must really hate me!”
I say melodramatically,
with the back of my hand
lifted to my forehead,
to play it off as a joke,
even though
I’m deadass.
I’m serious.
I’m that boy: Malachi,
the overthinker,
who can’t think straight
under pressure
and has a problem with anger.
“How could anyone hate you?”
Matt takes my hand down
and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“Spider Girl said Obi’s brother
moved their band practice
from Sunday to Saturday.
Why won’t you believe that?”
“Because it’s obviously not true.
I just thought we could all
stay friends,” I say weakly.
“Obi replies when I text him,
but he never texts me first.
It’s not that I feel sorry for him,
but when I remember
