The Shortest Distance Between Love & Hate by Sandy Hall

Author:Sandy Hall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

-PAISLEY-

When Carter doesn’t show up for class the next morning, I’m almost a little worried. He’s always in class.

I don’t have his number so I can’t text him. If someone had asked me a week ago, I would have taken a smug pride in the fact that I didn’t have Carter’s number, but now I have regrets. I’d kind of like to check on him.

On the other hand, I assume we’re not on speaking terms after the incident with Jordan yesterday. I know the hand sanitizer prank was a preemptive strike against me, and it feels a little wrong that he got in trouble and I didn’t. On the other hand, he did dye Jordan’s hands a bright shade of blue, something I had no part of, even if it was a battle in our prank war.

Maybe it’s time for a cease-fire.

Or maybe I need to get back at him one last time and then call a cease-fire.

My problem is that a cease-fire, to me, has become synonymous with friendship. Like, I don’t see it going any other way. Once we stop pranking each other, we’re going to end up being friends. I know I could stop that by, you know, not being friends with him. But it’s too hard. He’s too nice. He’s too good.

He’s proven over and over again that he’s not the same kid from middle school. And that the deception the first weekend of college was not indicative of his actual personality. It was a blip. A mistake.

I’m so glad that no one can read my mind. This is all rather embarrassing, considering how much I hated him not so long ago.

But there’s still part of me that feels like I can’t trust him.

That still feels like he owes me something.

My last class gets out early, so afterward, I decide to take a walk to the grocery store. I walk to the off-campus one, even though it’s on the smaller side, but at least it’s not as overpriced as the convenience stores on campus. A dollar for a banana? Please.

I’m wandering the aisles, debating what I want, versus what I need, versus what will fit in our mini-fridge, versus what I’m strong enough to carry back, versus ultimately what I can afford.

It’s a balancing act for sure.

Part of this errand is because I’m avoiding T-shirt orders. Between Stef wearing them to class and Zoe telling her friends about them, I can’t keep up. And I’ve already had several people contact me about holiday orders. Like what the heck, people, it’s not even Halloween yet.

I’m considering texting Stef to see if she needs anything when I catch sight of something unexpected in the dairy aisle.

Carter has come in with two women; I assume one is his sister and the other, I know, is his mom.

But she’s wearing a head scarf and looks kind of green tinged. She was our class mom back in elementary school, first or second grade. She made cupcakes and went on field trips with us.

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