Heart of Glass by Katie Klein

Author:Katie Klein
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katie Klein

THIRTEEN

JESSE

The morning my brother died my cell phone “dinged” from my back pocket. I heard it above the din of the senior hallway—the shouts and the squeals and the locker doors slamming in intervals. A cacophony of ringtones and bells, and yet I knew somehow that this one belonged to me. It was mine. My phone was only turned on because I hadn’t made it to homeroom, yet. Buzz and I had just dropped off Claire at the side door and parked. I’d changed out my books from the night before, grabbing the ones required for my first classes of the day. Two minutes later and the phone would have been shut off. The school enforced a strict “no phones in class policy,” and I was a rule follower.

I was angry at the time of the “ding.” Angry because everyone around me seemed to think I was obsessed with Claire. My brother, for one, and Buzz had even ripped into me as soon as she was out of the car, telling me what an idiot I was to give her my coat, and how desperate I looked in the rearview mirror when he suggested they go on a road trip without me. Hell, Claire probably knew how I felt about her. I couldn’t even pretend to play it cool when she was around. She was like this disease that had overtaken my whole being, a plague lording over my body, and I was eroding from it—wasting away from the inside out—because it wasn’t like that between us. It couldn’t be. She was in love with my brother, for God’s sake.

My brother, who was cheating on her.

Who didn’t deserve her.

Thnx 4 nothin prick.

The text was from Sean.

“Asshole,” I muttered, scoffing at the words. He’d made himself late. It had nothing to do with me. His cheating on Claire had nothing to do with me, either. I wracked my brain for a worthy comeback—something witty to put him in his place, at least temporarily. But by the time I reached homeroom I had nothing but a string of names to call him. It didn’t matter, anyway. He’d have to tell Claire about the other girl. He would tell her, or I would—that was the deal. He had twenty-four hours to come clean. It wasn’t worth it, so I shut off my phone and shoved it back into my pocket and forgot all about him.

For about an hour, at least.

Thnx 4 nothin prick.

Those were the last words he ever said to me.

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