Page 7 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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and puts a hand up to his mouth,

demonstrating a silent gasp.

His bicep bulges beneath his shirt,

bigger than before summer.

“What did you say to that?”

“I said he’d be doing me a favor.

I was just trying to read in peace.”

“Great response—very nonchalant.

But how did you actually feel?”

“I felt gutted. I don’t know why,

but for a second I thought

Adonis might’ve been interested in me,

and not Vass.

And get this: when Vass came back

from being with Adonis

for the entire afternoon,

they wouldn’t tell me anything

about what happened.

Don’t you think that’s rude?

After I’d spent my entire holiday

keeping Vass company

while they pined after that boy.”

“They didn’t tell you anything?”

“Zip, zilch, nada.

When I started asking questions,

they said to get my own love life

and keep out of theirs.”

“Maybe they’re right.”

“Excuse me? Why are you siding with

someone you’ve never even met?”

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