“You are going to have to make up.” Shaking her head, Nurse Irene scribbled down a few more notes with increasing ferocity. “Before my research starts to suffer.” “That’s not possible,” I said, trying to ignore the lingering hurt that always revealed itself when I thought of Asher or our breakup.
Now that Nurse Irene mentioned I would feel discomfort from the broken mating bond, I began to notice random bursts of slight pain in my chest. They were made worse when I thought of Asher. I had discredited them earlier as a simple burst of heartbreak. Now I wondered if there was more to it. I
To keep from this pain, to bury it, I had to try to find someone else. Whoever that may be. “I suppose if you hung out just as friends, there wouldn’t be any harm,” Aimee said, after some thought. “If you are sure…” I nodded, and together we opened our textbooks again. Pain or no pain, the t
During halftime, Lamar and I walked around the concourse. We stopped where previous teams’ photos were displayed, and spent some time making fun of the wild haircuts of the past. “Cynthia!” Lamar called from the next photo down. “Check out this guy’s mustache.” It was a full handle-bar mustache,
I knew there wouldn’t be, but I’d hoped. Disappointment filled me and for a while, I sat on my bed in the quiet, replaying our breakup. Maybe we shouldn’t even be friends. It hurt as much now as it had that first time. No, I couldn’t waste my time reliving that pain. I had plans and dreams to
If he’s on the soccer team, wouldn’t that make him friends with Joseph? Aimee’s words made me pause. I hadn’t considered that Lamar would have a connection with Joseph. They were such different people, Lamar so kind and Joseph so deceitful. But then, what did I really know about Lamar? Yet, what
It might be easier to judge him when we were in our home element. Lamar didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, as soon as he met us in the lobby, he said, “This is great! I haven’t been to an arcade since I was a kid.” He introduced himself to Aimee and Nicole with a wide, open smile. As he shook
“Does this mean you will go on a date with me?” Lamar asked me. The rest of the world faded away, and only this question existed. Did I want to go on a romantic date with him? No, not really. For better or worse, the person I wanted was Asher. When I closed my eyes, I could see his frosty blue