The Bermudez Triangle by Maureen Johnson

Author:Maureen Johnson [Johnson, Maureen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Social Issues, Dating & Sex, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Homosexuality, Friendship, School & Education
ISBN: 9781595141552
Google: Frsa11AlG-EC
Amazon: 1595141553
Publisher: Razorbill
Published: 2004-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

This was it. The beginning of the lie. Every second Nina kept quiet would just make the lie bigger.

"Upset?" she said.

"She hasn't said anything to you about me?"

Between friends, not speaking was the same thing as lying.

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Talking, not talking. It made no difference. She was screwed.

"Maybe I shouldn't get involved in this stuff." Nina asked. "I can't really take sides, you know?"

Jeff came in, gave a quick hello, then dropped himself at the computer and started checking his sales, bringing an end to their conversation.

"I better get to homeroom," Mel said, backing up.

Nina followed her to the door and grabbed Mel by the shoulder before she could walk away.

"Don't worry," she said. "I think it's just that she's getting used to the idea that people know."

"But did she say something?" Mel asked. There was a real urgency in her eyes.

Lies, lies, lies, lies...

"No," Nina said. "She hasn't said anything."

"Really?" Mel perked up a bit.

"Really."

"Okay," Mel said.

Nina went back into the office and sank down at the table. Georgia came in a minute later and threw down a container of small, dry-looking bran muffins. Nina gazed at them and realized that she had absolutely no appetite.

Third-period music theory wasn't a class Avery could really zone in since there were only four people in it, but it was hard to keep her mind on appropriate uses of the nondominant seventh chord when she could see Gaz out in the hallway, reading something off a music

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department notice board. He shouldn't have been there. He was supposed to be somewhere on the other side of the building. This had to mean he wanted to talk, which wasn't really like Gaz.

She'd just managed to get through the talk with Nina. She'd done her shift on Sunday then gone to see Mel. She'd played it well, but in her head, nothing was right. Mel was so tiny. Mel was so squeaky. Mel sat in her lap like some kind of overgrown orange kitten. Mel wanted to make out and would not let Avery watch The Royal Tenenbaums, because Mel did not understand the movie and anyway you're supposed to make out instead of actually watching movies. You're supposed to want to. But Avery didn't want to. She wanted to watch Owen Wilson go insane and crash his car into the building. Owen Wilson reminded her of Gaz. They were both blond guys, after all, with that same strange blank delivery. Nonchalant.

And they were guys. She had guys on the brain. She'd eyed up every single one of her male customers at work. She'd even looked at Bob.

She went through it again in her head. The car. The cold. Gaz's pale face, his thin, wide lips. He had muscles in his upper arms. She'd never noticed that before Friday. He'd always seemed like a beanpole.

Truth be told, the kiss wasn't a four out of ten. It was more like a seven. She'd happily do it again. But that didn't matter. It couldn't matter. That was the problem with dating your best friend--you needed a really serious reason to stop.

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