Page 88 of We Thought We Were Invincible
“You know my sister Amelia.” He gestured up to the truck.
I swallowed hard, narrowing my eyes.
“We saw you veer off the road,” he explained. “She thought we should help.”
“What? Help you hide my body?”
“Come on.” Logan clapped me on the shoulder. “I have a buddy who can come tow your car.”
He made it nearly impossible to refuse his offer and before I knew it, I was in the backseat of Logan's truck. Amelia turned in her seat to look at me.
“Jamie Daniels, you sir are an idiot.”
I jerked my head up to look at her and she continued.
“We saw how fast you were going. Dixon road is no joke.”
I leaned back, crossing my arms and looking away. “Give it a rest, Amelia.”
“No,” she stated. “We just helped your ass, so I have a right to say a few things to you.”
“And I have a right not to listen.”
“You're infuriating.” She turned to her brother. “Let's go to Jessie's.”
“Take me home.”
“No.” We stared at each other for a long moment before I couldn't take it anymore.
Jessie's was a coffee shop nearby. It was fairly quiet when we got there. Amelia ordered me to a booth in the back and I had no choice so I obeyed. She sat across from me with Logan beside her.
After ordering our drinks, she fixed me with a stare that didn't seem much like the girl I'd known. Had we really known each other at all?
“Tell me,” she said simply.
And I did. I didn't mention my dad other than his disappointment in me, but I found myself telling them about the colleges I'd applied to and been rejected. It felt good to talk to people who had no expectations of me, no hopes. Amelia was easy to talk to, and I suddenly found myself wondering why we'd never done much of it back when we were together.
Callie. That was why. I never put much effort into my relationship with Amelia because she wasn't the one I'd wanted to be with.
“Why do you want to go to college?” she asked once I was finished.
That was something I'd been asking myself since I'd applied. To make my family proud? To have some direction? Was it enough?
I shrugged, occupying myself by taking a long sip of coffee.
“Have you thought about doing something else?” Logan spoke for the first time since we'd sat down.
Again, I shrugged.
“I'm technically going to college,” Amelia started. “But not your typical school. Air Force Academy all the way.”
“Wait, really?” I looked at her in shock.
“Shows how much you paid attention.” Her words held a hint of scorn. “I've been working toward it for years.”
“Yeah,” Logan jumped in. “Because she's a traitor.”
“Y'all just need to get over it,” she responded with a laugh before turning to explain to me. “We're an army family. Three uncles, two cousins, and this big lug here.”
