You can't decide whether money changes things or not; it does. You can decide, however, whether it changes things for better or worse.


30. Thirty

"I thought we were going to talk." Alex comes up to me on Monday when I'm at my locker.

"Oh yeah." I say, as if I forgot. Of course I didn't forget, I just didn't really know how to approach him. "Sorry about that."

He smiles. "Don't worry about it. I was hung over anyway."

I laugh. "I figured as much."

"So are we going to talk?" he asks. I still admire how forward he is with things that I'd be so shy about. 

I sigh, looking around to see if any of my friends are nearby. I didn't tell them about Alex talking to me in his room last night and I didn't tell them that I'd forgiven him. They'd be annoyed with me and they'd convince me to carry on being angry with him and I don't want to carry on being angry with him.

"I can't talk right now." is all I tell him. 

"Okay, well come over after school. We have to work on the duet anyway, we can talk then." he suggests. 

I nod. "Okay."

He holds onto my wrist as I'm walking away and pulls me back in front of him. I can't help but think you have a girlfriend even though he isn't even doing anything remotely romantic. There's just something about the atmosphere he creates between the two of us that puts me on edge when I think of Sarah. 

"Hey." he says softly. "We're okay aren't we?"

"Yeah." I smile. "We'll talk later."

He smiles, nodding. "Okay."

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