“What the heck was that all about?” Chelley asked, pointing down the hall to where Jordan was hurrying to get away from me. I was hurrying to straighten my shirt, from where it had apparently lifted almost to my bra. Oops.
“Making up?” I said with a sheepish cringe. Swinging my legs down from my bed, I stood and finished straightening my clothes.
“More like making out,” Chelley said. “Do you have any idea how shot your reputation is right now?” Chelley’s lip curled in disgust.
“Sort of…” Remembering the rude comments from the mean girls coming out of the ice arena, her question didn’t come as a shock.
“It’s probably worse than you think it is. I’ve been trying to defend you, and keep Jordan from getting into trouble, but you’re not making it easy on me.” Chelley strode into our shared bedroom and dropped her gear bag on her desk chair.
“What kind of trouble is Jordan in?” My heart sank, guilt overpowering the high I’d felt from being in his arms.
“Where should I start?” Chelley asked rhetorically, turning to me and folding her arms across her chest. “How about the girls who are offering to heal his broken heart in nonverbal ways, or the assumption that his obsession over you makes him a complete idiot and doormat, or the rumors that you sneaking off with Thomas gives Jordan the perfect cover up to sneak off with Gil.”
Chelley wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know, but it hurt coming from her. Taunting from mean girls was nothing compared to the honest truth from a best friend. My stomach grew more nauseated the longer Chelley spoke.
“You may not care about your own reputation, but can you at least consider Jordan’s?”
“I do care,” I whispered. “About mine and his. I just don’t know what to do now that I’ve realized I’m in love with Jordan.”
“Seriously?” Chelley lifted her eyebrows. “You can’t possibly know what love is. No one who is in love with a guy would openly date two other people at the same time.”
“I didn’t know I was in love with Jordan until just a little while ago.”
“That’s a lame excuse.” Chelley shook her head in disgust. “I think you have some serious soul-searching to do. In the meantime, I’m going to dinner. Good luck.”
Chelley grabbed her lanyard and closed the door soundly behind her, not offering to wait for me. I’d lost my appetite anyway.
This time when I sobbed, there was no one here to dry my tears.
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