A Whole New Crowd(78)

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Austin moved back in with them, and I learned from his text messages that all things were good in their household. For some reason, that sickened me. Shelly had tried contacting me, but Tray became my guard dog. She showed up at the house a few times, and he would ask her to leave. She would call and send text messages, but I never answered. I should’ve. That would've been the adult thing to do, but I wasn’t ready to listen to any justifications or promises filled with empty words.
A week later, I shut my locker and started for the parking lot, but stopped. Jennica stood by her locker. She was a beautiful girl with almond eyes, dark black hair, and an olive complexion, but at that moment her eyes were strained. Her lips were pressed tight and she had a heated look in her eyes.
I waited and lifted an eyebrow.
“Mandy dumped Devon last night.”
My other eyebrow shot up, but I kept my shock hidden.
“I’m sure you’re ecstatic about that.”
I gestured to my face. “You can’t see it, but I’m doing somersaults on the inside.”
She grunted and flicked a strand of hair out of the way. “She dumped me too.”
Now I really was doing somersaults on the inside. “Really?”
“And Amber.” Jennica’s lips pressed together again and she looked away. It was the last day of the week. The hallway was emptying. “She’s done with us. She told us last night.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her chin went down and she fixed me with a stare. “So congratulations. You got what you wanted.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Having my sister lose her friends is not what I wanted.”
Jennica paused.
I continued, “I want my sister to have good friends, friends who are true to her, who care about her, who treat her right. That’s what I wanted and if you’re the friend who’s going to change and do that, I’m all for it.” I shook my head. “But I highly doubt you know how to be a true friend, so yes, I am glad that she ended her friendship with you. Would you want your sister to be friends with someone like you?”
She frowned, biting her lip.
I put my bag over my shoulder. Tray was waiting for me and I nodded to him. “I have to go.”
“Wait.”
I started past her, but stopped and turned.
She rolled her eyes. “Look, I know I’m a shitty friend, but I do care about Mandy. Just let her know that. Please?”
“I will.”
“Taryn.”
I glanced back again.
“Can you let me know how she’s doing? I know I have no right, but...” Her head went back down and she looked away.
I nodded. “You care about her.” I was beginning to see that.
She nodded. “Thanks.” The corners of her mouth curved up in a small grin. She looked grateful.
“You do care about her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. I don’t show it, but I do.”
I shook my head. “Then why the hell do you treat her how you do?”
She frowned, then lifted a shoulder up. “I don’t know. It’s the cool thing to do.”
“It’s not.” Disappointment flooded me. “Treating people like you do is the farthest thing from being cool. Stop lying to yourself. If you want a good friend, be a good friend. That’s all there is to it.”
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Yeah, right. What do I do when someone treats me how I treat people? Better to be the bitch on top than to be the bitch who gets kicked around. Come on, Taryn. You’re lying to yourself if you think people are going to be the good friend that you think. Do you not know people? They’re all *s. They lie. They think they’re better than others. They manipulate. There’s no good friends out there.”
“Yeah.” I clapped for her. I was drawing attention to us, but I ignored them. “People do shitty things. Welcome to the real world. It happens, but you keep doing what you want done to you and someday, it’ll happen.”
She looked away.
I shook my head. “Keep doing what you’re doing. I’m sure you’ll land a wealthy husband who will cheat on you your whole marriage…with the women you meet for lunch. That’s where you’re headed.”
“Taryn,” Tray said from close behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder and turned, taking it in my hand, I held it.
I gripped it hard as I said to her, “I’ll give you updates on Mandy, but to answer your initial question, yes. I’m happy. She’s clearing out people who have treated her horribly. That’s a good sign.”
I left before she could say anything more. I didn’t want to hear it because it didn’t matter. Mandy was getting better. Somehow, that helped me. All the anger and darkness I felt for Jace shifted and hope blossomed inside of me. I didn’t know if it would stay long, but it felt good having it back there. That meant some things were changing. Some things could change.