The Stink of the Pink

The Stink of the Pink

Considering I didn’t even have pink eye, the pink eye outbreak at school was causing me an unreasonable amount of discomfort. I had asked the universe for a sign that I should talk to Matty, and so far I had six. Make that seven. The DTR had to happen ASAP. And OMG I needed to stop using initials.

Because even though she was being judgmental about it all, Ming was right. I wasn’t cool hooking up with a guy who was kissing other girls. I mean, for all I knew, he was doing more than just kissing other girls. I need to define our relationship for once and for all.

But when I finally got a chance to talk to him, I couldn’t see Matty’s right eye. And that made me worry. He asked he if was gonna see me at the bonfire. The bigger question: was he gonna be able to see me?! I was hardcore spiraling and the situation was rapidly spinning out of my control. Matty was apologizing for kissing a skank. Or maybe I was the skank? I couldn’t really make sense of anything he was saying, but when I tried to go in for a real convo, he took off. Which…might have been for the best. Did I really want to bring up the pink eye? If he was apologizing for kissing another girl, then he probably wasn’t making a habit of doing that. And if that was the case, I didn’t want to raise a scarlet flag that I was a spiral-prone kind of girl.

I made a new deal—it Matty didn’t have the pink, it would clear the stink. If he did, I’d have to have “the talk.” And that was gonna be…awkward. But the bonfire would be the place to do it. Because aside from my parent’s “Teen Mom” sitch, the bonfire was a lucky omen in my family. It was where I was meant to cement my relationship with Matty and…the place to double bag it.

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