rather than acknowledging my tears. “Your mom was right. I’d gotten used to them, but I would’ve loved the new pair, too.” He passed by me, patting me on the arm.
I used the back of my hand to wipe my eyes.
Pausing at the steps, he turned back and frowned. “It’s almost four in the morning. What are you doing still up?”
Oh, Dad. My heart felt like it had been torn in half. “I had an all-nighter at the library,” I said.
“Oh.” He nodded. “Good to know. Study hard, Taylor. You always do so well. ’Night, honey.”
I hadn’t slept at the house in five nights. The library closed at midnight, and he was wearing his mallard duck slippers. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Tomorrow was Saturday. My dad would leave because that was what he did, and I wouldn’t see him for another few days.
I sat at the bottom of the steps and laughed.
HOLY SHIT!
TAYLOR
“We’re going bowling tonight,” Jeremy Fuller explained. “It should be fun.”
I had the phone tucked between my ear and shoulder. “Mmm-hmmm.”
“You’re going to come? Professor Gayle will be there. The professors are joining us tonight.”
I had been tying my shoelaces during that last part. I planned a quick jog before going to work, but Jeremy’s call had caught me by surprise. I answered without looking at who it was and then panicked. For a moment, I’d thought it was Logan calling, but then I recognized the voice.
Jeremy had been calling more and more over the last three weeks. He apologized with the first call, saying he had no right to say what he had against Logan…and I kept quiet on that subject. I knew he knew. Everyone knew, but I couldn’t lie that it felt nice to have someone else calling me. Logan, on the other hand, hadn’t called or texted. Silence. He didn’t sit by me in sociology. He sat with a group of girls in the back of the room instead, but he didn’t act like I was a total stranger either. He offered a polite hello and nod once in a while. Each time it was like a knife being shoved into me, then twisted around for maximum pain.
I had no one to blame, and that was my attitude. I’d chosen this, and every time it happened, I reminded myself that in the long run, it would be worth it. I could still walk, talk, and think. I hadn’t been reduced to a pile of nothing. I would find a way to get stronger, get through this, though I hadn’t known it was possible to feel this alone.
Every time I saw that guarded mask looking my way, I returned the polite greeting, and we moved past each other, like mere acquaintances.
“...you up? If you want.”
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“Oh, no. That’s fine. No worries about it.”
“What?” I sat on the edge of my bed with my foot in front of me. I lowered my leg to the floor and sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I was distracted for a moment. What were you saying?”
“Oh.” He was quiet for a beat, then he coughed. “Uh. I was offering to pick you up, and don’tworryI’mpickingupsomeotherstoo. It’s not just you.”
“This is tonight, right?”
“Tonight? Oh, yes. Tonight. Yes.”
“I have a shift at Pete’s Pub today, but I get off early. I can come later?”
“Did you want me to give you a ride?”
“No. That’s okay. I’ll drive over myself.”
“Great. I’ll make sure we stay later, then, till whenever you get there.”
“Okay. Perfect. Thanks for the invite, Jeremy.”
And I did mean it, I realized after signing off and tucking my phone into my pocket.
It was ten in the morning. I did a few warm-up stretches and started off. I could do three miles, shower, and be at work right on time. As I ran, I thought about the phone call. This bowling was the first social event I’d been invited to in the last month. Jason was still gone, and Claire had stopped talking to me. I didn’t know the reason, but I also didn’t have the energy to go and find out. If she stayed away, then she stayed away. She hadn’t reached out after hearing that whatever I’d had with Logan was done either. And I knew she’d heard. Just walking around campus, I overheard stories about him at parties—who he’d hooked up with, who only gave him a blowjob. I’d heard about a few fights, and