TITLE: The Unfortunates
GENRE: YA paranormal
In middle school, my brain promoted its prefrontal cortex to head honcho. It now walks up and down its corridors shouting bouts of unnecessary questions and hasn’t once taken a break.
Tonight, sitting in a mall parking lot with a boyfriend blowing snot into his polo, was no different.
“Wait, Vanessa, can we just talk?” Eric said.
My gaze remained plastered to the passenger’s side window of his car. My hand at the door handle.
“What is there to talk about?” I said.
His looked to the ceiling. “I don’t know, what happened maybe? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He didn’t want to know. Neither did any of the other mall goers walking to their cars tonight. I’m sure they could hear everything through his broken back window.
“I’m numb,” I said.
He sighed and shook his head, but it was the truth. I didn’t think it would feel like this. Mom always said to do it with someone you loved. I’d loved Eric for three years.
I focused on a boy in the parking lot looking into a car a row away. He twirled his hair in nervous ticks.
“I did my best,” Eric said.
“You didn’t even attempt the other bases,” I said.
I squeezed my legs together to ebb the new discomfort. When he didn’t respond, I took my eyes off the boy in the parking lot and focused on Eric. He looked like someone had mauled him with the truth.
"Don't worry about it," I said.