Lila has an argument ready. “Sure it is. Dreamy plus emo equals dreamo. Shane.”
Aunt Gabby laughs. The worst part is, if she means it, like, he daydreams a lot and doesn’t talk much, then yeah. Well, whatever. I’m not bickering with them. Muttering, I finish up the dishes, and by this time, it’s almost nine.
“Where do you live, Lila?” my aunt asks. “I can run you home.”
“It’s not that far. I could walk—”
“Forget it,” I say. “Unless you plan on letting her cover you in reflective tape.” The irony of me coming across protective with Shane doesn’t escape me.
“Never. Not in a thousand years.” Lila shakes her head repeatedly.
“Then get in the car.”
While my aunt gets her keys, Lila hugs me unexpectedly. “Thanks. Your aunt is great. I mean, seriously great. You’re so lucky.”
“I know.”
“The way you two are together, it’s seems so easy. You can actually talk to her without worrying she’ll rip your head off or give you an hour lecture.”
“Yeah. I’m lucky all right.”
But I wonder if Lila would still think that if she really knew me. I wonder if she’d still want to be my friend.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When my aunt gets back from dropping Lila off, I remember to ask, “Do you know of any place that’s hiring?”
She cocks her head. “Aren’t you happy at the Curly Q?”
“Not for me. For my friend. Shane.”
“The dreamo guy who’s tutoring you in geometry?” She knows perfectly well who he is.
But I nod anyway. “Yeah, he could use a part-time job after school.”
“I saw a sign that they were looking for somebody over at the P&K.”
“Better than DQ. I’ll let him know. Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” She sinks down onto the couch with a weary sigh.
I head to the kitchen to make tea; it’s our nightly ritual, one we started early on, so we’d always have a few minutes a day to catch up. Prowling through the cupboards, I look at all the interesting and exotic choices. Tonight seems like it calls for some green matcha, so I boil the water and prepare the cups. There’s something calming about the process, and by the time I bring the cups back to the living room, she’s already curled into the pillows.
See how helpful I am? There’s no reason to send me back to state care. I’m an asset. I don’t cause trouble. I make your life easier. I hope she thinks that when I do nice things. I hope she keeps me.
She takes the mug and warms her fingers around it before taking a sip. “So tell me.”
“How do you know there’s anything up?”
“You just confirmed it.”
I have to smile. It would be impossible for me to put anything over on my aunt. She’s ridiculously smart. So I dump the whole mess with Ryan in her lap, hoping it will distract her from Shane. I am not ready to talk about him. Maybe there’s nothing to say, anyway.
“So,” I finish, “do you think I’m overreacting?”
She looks positively astonished. “Ryan? We’re really talking about Ryan.”
“Yep. Apparently he’s got game.”
“I suppose this explains a few things,” she says thoughtfully.
I summon a smile. “I kinda wish he was gay.”
Aunt Gabby ticks the points off her fingers as she considers. “Let see if I have this straight. You’re hurt because he went after some older girl when you kind of liked him. You’re upset that he used and lied to you … because that’s not the way you treat a friend.”
“That’s the gist.”
“Do you still like him?”
“Not as a boyfriend. But … I’ll probably forgive him. Eventually.”
“Then you need to ask yourself why you’re punishing him. Is it ego or are you trying to teach him a lesson?”