Glass Heart by Amy Garvey

Author:Amy Garvey [Garvey, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2012-05-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

DARCIA HAS CUPS OF CONFETTI AND NOISEMAKERS and glittery party hats laid out on her dresser.

“I don’t care if you think it’s lame,” she warns Jess, poking her shoulder. She’s already in pajamas, faded blue-plaid flannel pants and an old gray sweatshirt. “It’s New Year’s Eve, and I want to celebrate.”

“You’re a party animal, chica,” Jess says, and dumps her duffel bag in the corner of Dar’s bedroom before kicking off her shoes. “I assume the hookers and blow will come later, right?”

“Jess!” Dar exclaims, blushing.

I bite back a laugh, but I say, “Don’t be a bitch,” and throw my backpack at Jess even though we all know she’s just kidding.

She catches it and tosses it back, grinning. “Just trying to get the party started.”

And I’m trying my best to get into the mood. We’re sleeping over, which we’ve been doing forever on New Year’s Eve, and I don’t want to ruin the night by brooding. But I haven’t spoken to Gabriel since the party at Noah’s the other night, and I can’t erase the image of his face, twisted in pain.

Not that it matters. I’m not going to be someone I’m not just to please him, and I don’t want a boyfriend who thinks he knows better than I do what’s right for me. My heart just hasn’t quite gotten the “stop loving him, you idiot” message yet.

I don’t think hearts really work like that anyway.

I’ve been trying to distract myself. I took about a zillion pictures of the dumb cat to make Robin happy.

“Oh, he’s a natural,” I said at one point when he yawned at me, whiskers twitching. “Look at him working it.” We were in her bedroom, and she’d posed him on the deep windowsill, so he would look soulful and wise, according to her.

I thought he still looked like a vaguely overweight lump of orange fur, but I didn’t say that.

“Take one of us together,” Robin said after I’d snapped a few more shots. She scooped him up and sat down in her desk chair, holding him up to her chest and burying her nose in the fur at his neck. Her big brown eyes were shining, and I had to smile.

“‘A Girl and Her Cat,’ I’ll call it,” I said, crouching to get a better angle. “Maybe I’ll print it in black and white, make it totally arty.”

As if, of course. It was going to look like a thousand other drippy cat pictures on the internet, but Robin didn’t have to know that.

“Let me see,” she demanded when I’d taken a couple. She let the cat go, and he stalked off the bed in a hurry. I handed her the camera, and she clicked through the pictures on the screen.

“Oh, this one,” she announced. She was biting her bottom lip, like a grin too big would crack her face open.

She turned the camera around to show me. It was a cute shot and even though I didn’t think it was exactly groundbreaking, it was enough to make her happy.

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