P.S. I Loathe You

by Isla Olsen

I’m more surprised that in the two years they were together, Emma never mentioned the fact that I’m into guys; I guess people don’t talk about me as much as I always assumed they did.

“Okay, fine. But you have to promise not to judge me.” She rolls her eyes. “Please, if I can get past that thing with the Kraft Singles I can get past anything.”

It’s not until I’m halfway down the street and feel the cool October breeze on my skin that I realise Devon was probably calling after me to let me know I’d left my t-shirt behind.

“Christmas, huh? Isn’t that something boyfriends usually do?” “I was thinking more…boyfrienemies.”

I manage to tear my gaze from Wes’s smiling face to see that Emma’s still there, staring at the pair of us like she’s watching Boris Johnson strut down Pall Mall in a tutu.