I was so angry at myself. How could I expect him to always like me? I didn’t deserve it. I should be glad he had found someone else. But I wasn’t. I wanted him to like me. I forced a fake smile on my face, determined to be happy for him, no matter how I felt inside.
“That’s great.”
“Yeah.”
I opened my mouth to change the subject but he interrupted me,”How’s Blake?”
Oh crap. “Um fine.He’s in a soccer meeting or something.”
He nodded slowly,”What’s his favorite color?”
“I…what?red.”
“What’s his middle name? His parents,what are they like? Where is he planning on going to college? Does he want to get married some day? Have a family? Does he really love you or are you just a hook-up? What about religion, his past relationships, his friends, drugs, smoking, what about all of that?”
“I… Andy he’s, wha-”
“Come on Judie,what the hell do you really know about him?”
“Andy, you don’t understand…”
“Don’t I? Look Judie, if he makes you happy, fine. But be careful. I… I don’t want to see you get hurt.”