This stupid unnecessary drama with Aiden has forced me to think about Zander. We broke up two weeks ago, and I made out with a guy in a stairwell that I basically just met—really met—last week. It took Zander years of us being friends for him to kiss me. It took Aiden one day alone with me. I’m not sure if that means Aiden is just a ho, or if Zander had to really convince himself over the years that he wanted to be with me.

I’ve drifted into a hazy state, the kind where you’re looking at something but don’t really see it anymore, and there are no discernible thoughts in your mind, when my bag buzzes beside me.

Emma:

What happened?

Olivia:

Crap, I’m sorry. Completely spaced.

I was supposed to meet Emma at The Cherry Pit for her lunch break. I check the time and realize I’ve been sitting here for almost two hours. This lake is like the land of no time. It’s probably a good thing I don’t spend more time outdoors, or my whole life would just rush past me in a blur of moments I don’t even remember.

Olivia:

Still nothing.

Emma:

I can’t believe you’re this pissed.

Olivia:

This is a completely douche-canoe thing to do. You’d be pissed.

Emma:

True. But you’re the girl who just broke up with the ‘love of her life.’ Two weeks ago you didn’t want anything to do with guys.

Olivia:

And I still don’t. Definitely not.

Emma:

Hey, at least if you move, you won’t leave a broken-hearted Aiden Emerson behind. That boy has broken enough lately.

I laugh out loud, and the little girl and her grandpa fishing on the opposite side of my giant tree give me a dirty look, like I’m screaming in the middle of the library. Newsflash, kiddo: If there were fish in this foot-deep water, you’d see them! The idea of Aiden Emerson in a puddle of broken-hearted tears because of me is ridiculous. Right up there with me spending my day off sitting in the grass like some nature-crazed lunatic.

Olivia:

Thank god we avoided that.

Emma:

You’re a heartbreaker, Olivia Henry

Olivia:

Only on Wednesdays