Kurt groans as if in physical pain. “Your parents will be furious.”
“If I get accepted” – my gaze is still locked upon Josh – “they’ll be fine with it.”
“No, they won’t.” Kurt clenches his entire body in frustration. “They’ll be worried that you’re throwing your life away for some guy.”
Now he has my attention. “Hey. Don’t say that.”
“You’ve been dating him for less than a month.”
“We wouldn’t even be attending the same college. And neither of us has gotten in yet, so just stop it, okay?”
Kurt glares at me. “I’m the one trying to finish my homework. You’re the one bringing him in here.”
“Actually, I brought myself in here. And I’m still here.” Josh points at himself. “Hi.”
“This is my room,” I say to Kurt.
“So I don’t have a say in it any more?” he asks.
“No!” I say.
“I’m gonna go,” Josh says.
“Don’t,” I say as Kurt says, “Good.”
I get up to follow Josh, but he stops me. “You should stay,” he says quietly. I start to protest, and he cuts me off. “I refuse to be the person who messes things up between the two of you. Work it out.” He kisses my cheek. And then he’s gone.
I scowl at Kurt. “Well? Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Talk about what?” he says testily.
I lower my voice, because my door is still open. “Last night?”
“When you screamed at me?”
“When you came in here and found something you weren’t expecting.”
Kurt slams shut his textbook so hard that it makes me jump. “You’re the one person who’s never supposed to talk to me like that,” he says. “Like I don’t understand. You’ve wanted to screw him for three years. Why wouldn’t you now that you’re dating? I’m not the idiot that you think I am.”
I’m stung. “I don’t think that. You know I don’t think that.”
“You do.”
There’s truth to what he’s saying. It shames me.
“Listen. I don’t want to tag along on your dates, and I don’t want you to stop going out, but it’d be nice to know if you still gave a shit about me.”
I crumple down beside him onto the bed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you’re still my friend.”
“I’m still your best friend.” I lean against his shoulder and sigh. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“For starters, you can fix your lock. I never want to see your br**sts again.”
“Ohmygod, Kurt.”
He snorts with laughter. “They’re bigger than the last time I saw them.”