I smoothed an invisible wrinkle out of the tablecloth. “Well, if it’s a battle of the crazies you want, how about the night you stormed in and cut the phone line in my room with a razor blade because I’d made another friend.” I was fourteen, a freshman in high school by then, and scared of my ever-shifting and intensifying feelings for Cole. Figured I needed some other friends. Jeremy was cool, too. We’d shared a lot of the same interests. “I was jealous,” he said, stating the obvious, like his jealousy was the good answer for everything. It normally was with us. I’d purposely keep Jeremy on
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yes yes yes, the jealousy
