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“What do you mean?”
“I guess I thought that it was only with a guy and girl that someone wished the other person would text instead of just texting.”
“Are you saying that I’m the girl in this relationship, or whatever is going on between Nero and me?”
Cory sat up defensively. “I did not say that! Your words. Not mine.” He paused. “But, now that you’ve said it, aren’t you kinda acting that way?”
I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t find it insulting that he was implying I was the girl and I didn’t think Cory meant it to be. But, what he was also implying was that I wasn’t being active in the creation of my life. That didn’t sit well with me.
Since getting back to campus, I had thought a lot about what Dr. Tom had told me. There was a spell cast on me. Who had done it, and why?
Was it supposed to protect me from danger? It didn’t save me from Evan. So, as far as I could tell, all it did was hide me from the world.
What if I had casted it on myself? What would that say about me? Did I want to be a person who ran and hid from things and who waited for things to happen to me? Or was I someone who faced life head on and controlled my own destiny?
“You’re right! If I want to talk to him, I should just text him. I don’t know why I was waiting.”
I stared at my phone.
“Then why aren’t you texting him?”
“Give me a second.”
I could feel Cory’s hot gaze on me as I sat there.
“You’re still not texting him.”
“Alright! I’ll text him. I just need to figure out what to say.”
“‘Hi?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘Why haven’t you texted me all week you inconsiderate asshole?’ Those are all good options.”
I stared at Cory surprised. “You should not be more upset about this than I am.”
“It just that you said things happened between you two last weekend and then he ghosted you. That’s bullshit!”
“First of all, he didn’t ghost me. At least, I don’t think he did. And, second of all, he’s got stuff going on.”
“You’ve got stuff going on. Hasn’t he thought about that? You deserve to be happy too, ya know.”
As grateful as I was for Cory’s righteous anger, I hadn’t told him anything about what I learned about myself or my new supernatural world. He didn’t know what I was dealing with. So where was this coming from?
“Is everything alright, Cory?”
He froze.
“What do you mean?”
“You seem… animated tonight. Is everything good between you and Kelly?”
He stared at me like a deer caught in headlights.
“No. Everything’s fine. I’m just worried about you. That’s all.” he paused and stared at me. I must not have given him the response he was looking for because when he spoke again, he spit fire.
“When a person is going through something, the guy he’s with should be there for him. It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to put up with that. You don’t deserve that. You don’t!” he insisted.
“Okay, I’ll text Nero! See, I’m texting him,” I said exaggerating my typing while reading aloud. “Hey Nero, long time no hear from. Did you want to get together to talk about what happened?” I pressed the button. “See, I sent it. It’s done. You don’t have to be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you! It’s…”