beside me, and the mood in the kitchen gets substantially lighter. But inside, I’m once again dwelling on the fact that I haven’t spoken to Brenna in three days.
It isn’t until we’re heading back to Cambridge that Hazel finally calls me on it. “Okay, what the heck is going on with you, Connelly? You’ve been distracted and grumpy all morning. Even your mom noticed.”
“Nothing’s going on,” I lie.
She searches my face. “Are you nervous about playing us this weekend?”
“Not at all. We’re gonna kick your ass.”
She sticks out her tongue. “I’m so torn about who to root for.”
“No, you’re not. Obviously you’re rooting for your best friend.”
Hazel rests her head on my shoulder as the train speeds forward. “You’re acting weird, whether you want to admit it or not. And you’ve sounded distant the last few times we’ve talked,” she admits. “Are you pissed at me or something?”
“Of course not. I just have a lot on my mind.”
There’s a long beat of hesitation. “Girl trouble?”
“Nah.”
Her head pops up, and suddenly there’s a pair of highly suspicious eyes fixed on me. “It’s actually girl trouble, isn’t it? Are you seeing somebody?”
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
“Yes.”
Hazel laughs, but it sounds a bit weak. I can’t decode her expression, but I think it might be conveying a hint of disapproval.
“What, I’m not allowed to see anyone?” I say casually.
“It’s not that. It’s…you don’t do girlfriends, remember?”
“Yeah, and this is one of the reasons.” My tone turns bleak. “Being ignored sucks.”
“You’re being ignored?” she exclaims. “You, the mighty Jake Connelly, are the victim of ghosting?”
“Sort of? It’s not exactly ghosting, because she didn’t disappear without a word. She ended it to my face, but it was kind of a vague breakup.”
“Breakup?” Hazel echoes in surprise. “How long have you been seeing each other?”
“Honestly, not long. A few weeks.”
She starts toying with her thumb ring. Hazel wears a lot of chunky jewelry, mostly rings and bracelets, and the one she’s playing with now was my Christmas present to her. The silver band winks in the overhead light as she spins it around her thumb.
“And you’re this attached after a few weeks?” she finally says.
“Well, she’s been on my radar for longer than that. But we only recently started going out.”
“Have you been on a date? Like, an actual date?”
“Yes.”
She spins the ring some more. “Was it good?”
“Really good,” I confess. “I don’t know, we were really hitting it off and she just bailed.”
“Then she’s a moron.”
“Nah, she’s not. She’s cool, actually. I think you would like her.”
“What’s her name?”
“Bre—” I stop abruptly.
“Breh?” A groove appears in Hazel’s forehead. “What kind of name is that?”
I hesitate before deciding to be honest. Hazel’s not part of the hockey scene, anyway, so I can’t see her putting two and two together about Brenna.
“Her name is Brenna,” I reveal.
“That’s a pretty name.” Hazel tips her head. “Is she pretty?”
“Gorgeous.”
“I guess she has to be, right? I mean, you can’t be a scrub and capture the heart of the elusive Jake Connelly.”
I shrug. “She hasn’t captured my heart and I’m not elusive.”
“Dude, every girl in high school wanted to be with you, and not a single one was able to lock you down. You are unquestionably elusive. Like an eel.” She starts toying with her thumb ring again. “Tell me about this Brenna.”
“Nah, let’s not do this.”
“Why not? We’re not allowed to talk about relationships?”
“We never have before.”
“So?”
“Fine. You go first,” I challenge.
“No problem. Let’s talk about my relationship.” Hazel smirks at me. “I don’t have one. Your turn.”
I can’t help but laugh. She got me there. “I dunno, what do you want me to say? Her name is Brenna. She’s amazing. We’re broken up. Or maybe on a break. That’s really all there is to know.”
“Does she go to Harvard?”
“No.”
“Does she go to college?”
“Yes.”
Hazel sighs dramatically. “Are you going to tell me where she goes?”
I think it over. “Do you promise to keep it between us?”
“Of course.” The crease in her forehead deepens.
“She’s at Briar.”
Something indecipherable flickers in Hazel’s eyes. Her jaw tenses, briefly, before relaxing. She twists her ring again. “All right. She’s at Briar. And?”
“And her father coaches Briar’s hockey team.”
Despite her total disinterest in all things hockey, even Hazel comprehends the foolishness of this move. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “Brenna Jensen. She’s Chad Jensen’s daughter.” I let out a sharp breath. “She’s gotten in my head.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I can’t stop thinking about her. And I know it’s a bad idea to get involved with her,