her way back to the Triangle Set, Lucy cringed when she thought about their last conversation. Sam had called after his “date.” Lucy had been dying to call him, but her pride had prevented her from doing so. When he finally did call, Lucy’s mind had been through a million different scenarios of what had happened with her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend? Special friend? Friend with benefits?) and the supposed “girl from his hall.”
Lucy tried to affect a bored voice, “S’up?”
“Hey Luce.”
“How are things?”
“Humid.”
Stalemate. Lucy didn’t want to be the first to ask about his “date.” Sam asked, “So what did you do this weekend?”
“The usual…hung out with the girls, studied.”
I will not ask. I will not ask.
However, Lucy’s resolve couldn’t last one second longer and she gave in, asking a very loaded question, “How was yours?”
“It was fine.”
“What does ‘fine’ mean?”
“It means just that, it was fine.”
“How was the party?”
“It was fun, I guess.”
Lucy’s mind ran through a montage of college party scenes from the movies…Old School, PCU, National Lampoon’s Van Wilder, Animal House. She shook her head. Part of her was dying to know all the details, but a big part of her knew she would probably be crushed when she heard them. There was only one way out of this…
Lucy said nervously, “So, I better go.”
“Is that how it’s going to be, Lucy?”
“What do you mean?”
“What about being honest and all that stuff?”
Lucy took a deep breath, “Honestly, I don’t care how your date was. Honestly, I hope you had a bad time and honestly, I don’t want to talk to you for a very long time!”
Lucy hung up the phone.
That was bad.
Why?
You didn’t even give him a chance to say anything. For all you know he could’ve just had a normal time. He hasn’t given you any reason to think that he would cheat – so why are you already imaging that it’s happened? Whatever happened to trusting him? This is Sam Powell we’re talking about – a boy who crossed his Line for your relationship. You owe him a lot more than hanging up on him.
The shrill Drum major whistle broke Lucy out of reliving her side of the shameful conversation again. She glanced across the field as her friends watched over their sections like hawks. Gina and Mandy both were determined to take home captions this year in their respective categories. Lucy got excited thinking about walking out onto the field for the upcoming competitions. Squashing her last remaining thoughts of Sam, Lucy prepared to go through the closer once more.
Getting home that night, Lucy pulled out her AP English homework and tried to concentrate. It wasn’t happening. Using an excuse of “looking for research,” Lucy signed online.
Cartwright213: Happy 3rd week of school.
bassgirl17: Back at ya.
Cartwright213: Where you been?
bassgirl17: busy.
Cartwright213: Doing?
bassgirl17: Getting dumped. I think.
Cartwright213: Last I checked that’s one of those things you usually know for sure.
bassgirl17: Let’s see Cartwright, have you ever known me to be “usually?”
Cartwright213: I guess not. So, when will you know?
bassgirl17: When I get up the guts to call him back…
Cartwright213: Here’s a question for you to consider: Do you want to end your relationship?
bassgirl17: Well, when you put it that way…
Cartwright213: Seriously. Sometimes, if you’re very lucky, relationships come to a natural end. So maybe you need to stop looking at it as “getting dumped” and more of, “it’s time this thing ended.”
bassgirl17: Thanks dude. I think I needed to hear that.
Cartwright213: Anytime.
Lucy signed off, but Cartwright’s question stayed with her.
Do I really want end this relationship? Or is it worth fighting for?
The Friday afternoon of their off week, Tom picked up Lucy to go shopping and finalize the details of their upcoming stunt.
“Where do you think we
Lucy tried to affect a bored voice, “S’up?”
“Hey Luce.”
“How are things?”
“Humid.”
Stalemate. Lucy didn’t want to be the first to ask about his “date.” Sam asked, “So what did you do this weekend?”
“The usual…hung out with the girls, studied.”
I will not ask. I will not ask.
However, Lucy’s resolve couldn’t last one second longer and she gave in, asking a very loaded question, “How was yours?”
“It was fine.”
“What does ‘fine’ mean?”
“It means just that, it was fine.”
“How was the party?”
“It was fun, I guess.”
Lucy’s mind ran through a montage of college party scenes from the movies…Old School, PCU, National Lampoon’s Van Wilder, Animal House. She shook her head. Part of her was dying to know all the details, but a big part of her knew she would probably be crushed when she heard them. There was only one way out of this…
Lucy said nervously, “So, I better go.”
“Is that how it’s going to be, Lucy?”
“What do you mean?”
“What about being honest and all that stuff?”
Lucy took a deep breath, “Honestly, I don’t care how your date was. Honestly, I hope you had a bad time and honestly, I don’t want to talk to you for a very long time!”
Lucy hung up the phone.
That was bad.
Why?
You didn’t even give him a chance to say anything. For all you know he could’ve just had a normal time. He hasn’t given you any reason to think that he would cheat – so why are you already imaging that it’s happened? Whatever happened to trusting him? This is Sam Powell we’re talking about – a boy who crossed his Line for your relationship. You owe him a lot more than hanging up on him.
The shrill Drum major whistle broke Lucy out of reliving her side of the shameful conversation again. She glanced across the field as her friends watched over their sections like hawks. Gina and Mandy both were determined to take home captions this year in their respective categories. Lucy got excited thinking about walking out onto the field for the upcoming competitions. Squashing her last remaining thoughts of Sam, Lucy prepared to go through the closer once more.
Getting home that night, Lucy pulled out her AP English homework and tried to concentrate. It wasn’t happening. Using an excuse of “looking for research,” Lucy signed online.
Cartwright213: Happy 3rd week of school.
bassgirl17: Back at ya.
Cartwright213: Where you been?
bassgirl17: busy.
Cartwright213: Doing?
bassgirl17: Getting dumped. I think.
Cartwright213: Last I checked that’s one of those things you usually know for sure.
bassgirl17: Let’s see Cartwright, have you ever known me to be “usually?”
Cartwright213: I guess not. So, when will you know?
bassgirl17: When I get up the guts to call him back…
Cartwright213: Here’s a question for you to consider: Do you want to end your relationship?
bassgirl17: Well, when you put it that way…
Cartwright213: Seriously. Sometimes, if you’re very lucky, relationships come to a natural end. So maybe you need to stop looking at it as “getting dumped” and more of, “it’s time this thing ended.”
bassgirl17: Thanks dude. I think I needed to hear that.
Cartwright213: Anytime.
Lucy signed off, but Cartwright’s question stayed with her.
Do I really want end this relationship? Or is it worth fighting for?
The Friday afternoon of their off week, Tom picked up Lucy to go shopping and finalize the details of their upcoming stunt.
“Where do you think we
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