Better off Friends
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She was helpful, picking out the corsage I gave Jill.
“I gave up one of my closest friends because of you, Levi. Because I thought the friendship we had was worth it. But the second you get guy friends, you push me aside. Do you have any idea how worthless you’ve made me feel? Did you even once think about my feelings every time you canceled on me?”
Because Keith always had the worst timing, he came down the hallway right then. “Come on, California! You coming or not?” he called out.
Macallan glared at him before she turned back to me. “Please don’t let me get in the way of your precious bro time.” She rolled her eyes.
That’s when I snapped. I no longer felt sorry for her. I was sick of the way she always made me feel like the things I wanted were stupid. That her time was more important than mine. For the way she kissed me and pretended it was nothing. That there were no consequences for her when it comes to me.
“This is all a joke for you, isn’t it?” I spat at her.
Her face turned white. “I never thought —”
I cut her off. “Yep, you never think.”
And then I walked away from her.
I had no desire to hear what she had to say anymore. I didn’t like being made to feel like I was letting her down. That I was a failure somehow. That I was single-handedly responsible for her happiness. That I was the one responsible for her not being friends with Emily anymore. It was a decision she had made. And it wasn’t my fault she wasn’t with Ian anymore, either. She needed to stop putting so much on our friendship.
I was a fifteen-year-old guy. What was so wrong with wanting to hang out with my friends? My real friends.
I went with Keith, but it was like I wasn’t there. I caught the ball because I needed to catch the ball. But that was it. My mind was back in that hallway. My mind would not move.
I wasn’t proud of myself for making Macallan sad or knowing full well she was probably crying at that very second, somewhere out of my reach.
But she just got to me.
I hated that she was making me feel guilty, when she was the one who should’ve been —
I mean, she was the one who, like, wanted to —
I was so angry, I couldn’t even think straight. I hated that I felt that way. I hated that I used to be able to tell Macallan everything, but couldn’t anymore.
She drove me nuts. She had these certain ways about her that would fill me with rage when I thought about it.
The way she would tease me.
The way she would expect me to be there for her.
The way she would rest her head on my shoulder when we’d watch a movie.
The way she would taunt me by messing up my hair.
The way she kissed me and pulled away.
Really, when I thought about it, it was that moment. That kiss was when I started to feel differently about her.
But to her it was nothing.
Why did it have to be nothing?
Why couldn’t it have been something?
Why did she have to pull away?
Why couldn’t she —
And then it hit me.
I knew I could sometimes be slow with things, but why on earth had it taken me so long to realize what was really going on?
What I really felt. Why I was really mad. Why I was pushing Macallan away. Why being with her became more and more difficult. Why I felt nervous and angry anytime a guy mentioned her.
The second I admitted it to myself, I knew it had been true for a very, very long time.
I was in love with Macallan.
I dropped the ball and left it there on the ground. Keith asked me what was going on. I yelled something to him and the other guys about needing to talk to Macallan and ran.
I knew love was a strong word for someone my age. But that was what it was. That was what we had.
And I wasn’t going to let it go.
We’d hit rock bottom, but this is what I found there. The truth.
I ran faster than I’d ever run before. There wouldn’t have been a one-tenth difference that day. I would’ve blown away every last runner that time. Because at the end of this finish line wasn’t a trophy — it was Macallan.
I was a little winded when I knocked on the door. I didn’t care that I was sweating and probably looked a little crazy.
What I was about to do was crazy.
What I was about to do would change everything.
But I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The truth I was concealing was driving her away.
It was time I stopped messing around and stepped up.
“Oh, hello, Levi,” Mr. Dietz greeted me at the door, and he did not look very happy to see me.
“Hi, Mr. Dietz. Can I speak to Macallan, please?” I almost didn’t recognize my own voice, there was so much pleading in it.
He sighed, but opened the door. “She’s out back.”
I went through the house and saw Adam, who looked at me stone-faced. I’ve never seen him look so serious. That was when I knew I was in big trouble. I went to the door to the deck, where Macallan was sitting on the steps that led to the yard. My heart almost broke when I saw there were crumpled-up tissues at her side. I slid open the glass door, and her dad stopped me from closing it.
“Levi’s here,” he announced. She turned around and her eyes were red. “You going to be okay, Calley?”
I’d never heard her dad call her anything but Macallan. This was worse than I’d thought.
She gave him a tiny nod.
Then I heard Adam’s voice. “I’m going to be standing right here if you need anything. Anything at all.” He nodded sternly at me, like he wouldn’t hesitate for a second to take me down.