A Little Too Far by Lisa Desrochers

Author:Lisa Desrochers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780062299017
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-09-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“WHAT WOULD YOU do if you thought you might be in love with someone who may or may not be in love with someone else?”

Abby pulls the DVD out of the case and shoots me a glare.

I wince under the heat of it. “Sorry. I forgot.”

For the last three weeks, I’ve watched Abby and Grant pretend like they don’t know each other. When they pass each other at school, or on the street, they either keep talking to whoever they’re with (me most often in the case of Abby) or lower their eyes and ignore the other’s existence. And it makes me think of Trent. We’re basically doing the same thing, just long-distance.

I’ve spent every day between Thanksgiving and finals trying to get up the nerve to call him. I’ve had his number queued up on my phone at least a dozen times, my shaking thumb hovering over the green CALL button, but I’ve never pushed it. No matter how many times I rehearse what I want to say in my head, I can’t make it come out of my mouth.

“Appreciate the concern, Lexie. I really bloody do.” She turns back and slips the DVD into the player. It’s our third Sunday movie marathon in a row. Last week I let her pick the movies and we ended up with Cinque Ragazzi e Una Ragazza, which roughly translates into “Five Guys and a Girl,” and Grande Disossata, which means “Big-Boned.” And, Jesus, was he ever. I’m pretty sure there was no actual plot to either movie, so I don’t think we missed much by not understanding the dialogue. Most of the characters’ mouths were full for the entire movie anyway, so they weren’t saying much. After that, I told her she was in charge of food, and I’d bring the movies. Today, we have When Harry Met Sally and Magic Mike, the latter of which I chose not only because Channing Tatum is yummy (and looks a lot like Trent), but also to keep Abby from giving me too much shit about the former. But I had to get When Harry Met Sally when I saw it on the English rack at the rental place.

One afternoon back in high school, after a five-hour Warcraft marathon, Trent had turned off the game, and it just happened that the TV was on AMC. When Harry Met Sally was starting, and we got sucked into it and curled up on my bed and watched the whole thing. Movies never make me cry, but for some reason that one did. I was sniffling back tears during Harry’s “I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible,” speech to Sally at the New Year’s Eve party near the end. Trent had put his arm around me and pulled me into his lap. He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, and I’d totally let loose and sobbed into his shirt.

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