“I can’t believe you are going with her.” It wasn’t a shout. It wasn’t a cry. I was better than to cry over a boy. Especially one as stupid as him.

But when you’ve known someone for years, it hit harder because just when you thought you knew them, they turn on you.

“Rhea, come on, what did you expect?” He seemed angry about my ease.

“What I expected was the boy I grew up with. But I guess that ship has sailed and is now at the bottom of the ocean.”