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The rest of the day was a haze. I considered texting him, but I felt stupid. What was I supposed to say? Was that intentional? Were we being discreet?
Did he finally come to his senses and realize the two of us together was a ridiculous idea?
I skipped lunch again in favor of the library. Janie and Reen were both suspicious of my actions, I knew, I but didn’t want to suffer the awful feeling of him ignoring me.
Again.
An insidious idea started to circle through my brain.
Had it all been a joke? Were he, Ed and Heath all laughing hysterically at my expense, thinking, for one second, I might entertain the idea that Fitz was into me?
I’d told him about my father, about the money. He seemed to genuinely care…
I forced myself to shake off the thought. It was one brush-by in the hall. A single event. Had I done mental gymnastics over it? Yes. Was I going to let that one action decide everything? No.
All this back and forth in my brain, I was becoming something I absolutely loathed.
A besotted teenage girl.
* * *
Friday
Beth
Fitz was a dead man.I was going to hunt him down and kill him. Clearly, those were my only options.
The hallway brush-by was not an isolated event. He didn’t make eye contact in the any of the classes we shared. He didn’t approach me during study period. But worst of all, the very worst of all…
He hadn’t responded to my texts.
I had sent exactly two. One to question why I hadn’t heard from him. One to follow up and make sure my text hadn’t been dropped in the known blackhole of texts. I couldn’t keep texting him if he wasn’t texting me back. There were rules to this game.
Still, it hadn’t prevented me from typing out several questions before deleting them.
Me:So did you dream about me?
Me:I’m getting a weird ghosting vibe from you. I’m being dramatic, right?
Me:Did you intentionally pass me in the hall today without making eye contact?
Me:Are you seriously ghosting ME? YOU started this!
They became progressively meaner after that.
Me:You know what? Fuck you. See? I can TOTALLY handle saying fuck now!
Me:Why are you doing this? Were you just completely fucking with me? What an asshole. How do you sleep at night?
Me:I hope your dick falls off. Literally!
Then oddly sadder.
Me:Because you know this is it. This means there is no more Beth and Fitz in any way. Ever again. You’re dead to me.
Me:I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll miss you. I really will.
Me:We didn’t have to change. We could have kept things the way they were. As competitive adversaries. Why did you have to go and break us? Then break us up?
