Better Not Love Me (25 page)

"I get that," I say and then after a moment add, "You really grew up."

"And you got old," she says.

And I feel old too. Kendall is old enough to drive, make out with boys—I shudder to think that making out probably isn't the only thing she's doing with this Ethan punk. My stomach twists and I feel sweaty again.

Kendall is a beautiful young girl sullied only by her attire, makeup and the sour expression on her face. No doubt, the funeral of your parents isn't a positive emotional highlight, but I get the sense that this is Kendall's everyday face. Discontent in black and white.

"You should pay your respects to your parents," I say.

"I don't see you going in there."

"I was just about to go in," I lie.

"It's almost over."

"All the better then," I say.  

"Let's go. You can be my cover story," Kendall puts her arm through mine and leads me away by the elbow.

"Hey, what about me?" Ethan says, clearly disappointed.

Over her shoulder, she calls back to him, "I'll text you later. My uncle has to go to a funeral."

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