Lies My Girlfriend Told Me by Julie Anne Peters

Author:Julie Anne Peters [ANNE PETERS, JULIE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: urn|ean|9780316234979
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Joss is waiting for me at my locker on Monday. She looks… stricken.

“Hi,” I say. I realize that Joss was as much a victim of Swanee’s actions as Liana and I. Even if Liana’s right about our choices being our own, Joss suffered the consequences of going along with Swanee’s dares and crazy schemes. “I’m sorry about the car,” I say. “And the lock on Swan’s door. I hope you got everything out you wanted.”

“Who gives a shit about the fucking car? When I get my license I’m buying a Ferrari.”

Right. With what money? I should tell her about the cash hidden under Swan’s mattress. I assume she doesn’t know about it or she would’ve retrieved it. A few hundred dollars isn’t even enough to buy tires for a Ferrari, though.

“The anniversary was last Saturday,” Joss says.

All the anniversaries I can think of scroll through my head. No hits. “Of what?”

Joss just looks at me. “She died that day. We missed it.”

Oh my God. She did? Time seems to have become a sort of nuisance I have to contend with every day. It’s been easier lately, and I should feel guilty about that. But for some reason, I don’t.

I spin my combination lock to open the door.

“We should do something,” Joss says.

I almost say, Like what? Bake a cake?

Loading up the books for my morning classes, I avoid Joss’s eyes. I try to block out the despair she’s emanating. It’s impossible. “What did you have in mind?”

She doesn’t answer. I think Joss needs to talk to somebody to help her with the grief of losing a sister. I say, “You know, we have free grief counseling—”

“Shut up!” she snarls. “No one understands or cares how I feel. Obviously you don’t.” She knocks the books out of my arms and takes off.

I call, “Joss. Come on. I care.”

She flips me off.

I guess I deserve that for wanting to forget rather than celebrate. I do care about Joss. I just don’t know what to do to help her. I’m not a counselor. Like Mom said, I think her pain is all bottled up, and one of these days it’s going to blow up inside her.

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