Miles: And I don't?
Meg: It doesn't seem like it.
Miles: Are you this rude to all your friends or only me?
Meg: We're not really friends.
Miles: Apparently not.
My cheeks flare. That isn't how I mean it.
I stare at my screen. That heaviness is back. I feel awful.
If someone tried to convince me I didn't know what pain felt like, that I wasn't wrecked by losing the person I loved more than anything...
I'd punch him right in the face.
I don't talk to anyone about Rosie, not really. And here Miles went and wrote a whole song about losing someone. He told the whole damn world, and I accused him of making it up.
Meg: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
Miles: I've heard worse.
Meg: I didn't mean any offense. I swear.
Miles: I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me.
Chapter Four
Miles occupies my thoughts all day Friday. I resist my cell until I'm home alone.
There's no real food here. I make a dinner out of dry cereal. It's not the healthiest option in the world, but it's quick and easy.
Kara: Remember how you want to sleep with Miles?
Meg: I didn't exactly say that.
Kara: I might have mentioned movie night to Drew. He and Miles invited themselves. Do you want me to tell them to get lost or do you want me to help you take him home?
Meg: Neither.
Kara: You sure it's okay?
Meg: Reasonably sure.
My body is already in knots thinking of the proximity to Miles. Thinking of all the things he could do to me in a dark theater.
Kara: So you're not going to cancel on me at 11:59 because you're "too tired"?
She knows me too well.
Meg: I'm not going to let anyone ruin my favorite movie.
Kara: You can have my pick Sunday.
Meg: And next Sunday.
Kara: Deal. Do you really want to use Miles for sex? Because I can make sure you two get a chance to be alone.