“What the flipping nightmare is this?” I held up the newspaper in shock. Right there in black and white on the front page was my brother and my best friend practically kissing and holding hands. How could he? He knows how I feel about her! Or does he? Hmm… I’ve called her my best friend so many times it’s like I’m trying to convince myself. But is that the truth? No, she’s way more than a best friend.
Kade hurried around the corner into homeroom holding the newspaper.
I took a step back. “Don’t you even have the nerve to talk to me!”
“Tay, none of it is true!” Kade said. “You have to believe me!”
“You have ruined my life over and over. I shouldn’t be surprised that you would do this to me after you promised you would never ruin my life again. I don’t know why I ever trusted you.”
“Tay, that’s harsh. You know darn well that I never intended for her to fall in love with me. Heck, I know she’s not in love with me because she’s in love with you!”
“She doesn’t even like me that way,” I insisted. “And she’s obviously in love with you. The pictures don’t lie.”
“See that picture right there—” Kade pointed to the picture of him kissing Gracie’s forehead. I wanted to puke. “I had just told her that you were lucky to have her because I knew from talking to her, and from being your brother, that you were in love with each other.”
I hoped no one in my homeroom caught that he called himself my brother, but I was past caring. “I may be in love with her, but I know she doesn’t like me that way.”
“Actually, she does.” Dean, one of our friends in homeroom, held up his cell phone with an Instagram post about Gracie running from her homeroom crying after admitting that the reason she wasn’t in love with Kade was because she was in love with Tay.
“What?” I grabbed his cell phone in disbelief. “I thought she didn’t like me that way.”
“That is your own denial, my brother.” There he goes again, calling himself my brother. That rumor was going to get back to Gracie too. Oh well. “She loves you and you love her, and you guys need to just admit that to each other. Because you’ve admitted it to us, and she’s admitted it to her friends. It’s time you to talk to one another.”
“I don’t even know where she is,” I said, dejected. “She ran away and who knows where she went.”
“Well, you know her better than anybody else,” Kade said. “Where do you think she went?”
Immediately I knew she went to our secret spot. I didn’t even bother saying goodbye to my friends or explaining myself to our teacher. I grabbed my bookbag and ran from the room.
Book Club Discussion Question: Where do you think Gracie went?