“If you’re so worried, then just come with us. It’ll be fun.”
He did not say, If you are worried, you shouldn’t be. He said,If you are worried, you should come with us.I knew he didn’t mean it that way, but it still bothered me.
“You know I can’t afford it. Besides, I don’t want to go to Cabo with you and your ‘bros.’ I’m not going togo and be the only girlfriend and drag down your party.”
“You wouldn’t be. Josh’s girlfriend, Alison, is going to be there,” Jeremiah said.
So Alison had been invited and not me? I sat up straight. “Alison’s going with you guys?”
“It’s not like that. Alison’s going with her sorority. They’re getting a bunch of rooms at the same resort as us. That’s how we found out about the deal. But it’s not like we’ll be hanging out with them all the time. We’re gonna do guy stuff, like off-road racing in the desert. Rent some ATVs, go rappelling, stuff like that.”
I stared at him. “So while you race around with your buddies in the desert, you want me to hang out with a bunch of girls I don’t know?”
He rolled his eyes. “You know Alison. You guys were beer-pong partners in our house tournament.”
“Whatever. I’m not going to Cabo. I’m going home. My mom misses me.” What I didn’t say was, your dad misses you too.
When Jeremiah just shrugged, like, have it your way, I thought, oh, what the hell, I’ll say it. “Your dad misses you too.”
“Oh my God. Belly, just admit that this isn’t about my dad. You’re paranoid about me going on spring break without you.”
“Why don’t you admit that you didn’t want me to go in the first place, then?”
He hesitated. I saw him hesitate. “Fine. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind if this was just a guys’ trip.”
Standing up, I said, “Well, it sounds like there will be plenty of girls there. Have fun with the Zetas.”
Now his neck started to turn a dull red. “If you don’t trust me by now, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve never done anything to make you question me. And Belly, I really don’t need you guilt tripping me about my dad.”
I started putting my shoes on, and I was so mad, my hands shook as I tried to lace up my sneakers. “I can’t even believe how selfish you are.”
“Me? I’m the selfish one now?” He shook his head, his lips tight. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but then he closed it.
“Yes, you are definitely the selfish one in this relationship. It’s always about you, your friends, your stupid fraternity. Have I told you I think your fraternity is stupid? Because I do.”
In a low voice, he said, “What’s so stupid about it?”
“It’s just a bunch of entitled rich guys spending their parents’ money, cheating on tests with your test bank, going to class wasted.”
Looking hurt, he said, “We’re not all like that.”
“I didn’t mean you.”
“Yeah, you did. What, just because I’m not pre-med, that makes me this lazy frat guy?”
“Don’t put your inferiority complex on me,” I said. Isaid it without thinking. It was something I had thought before but never voiced. Conrad was the one who was pre-med. Conrad was the one at Stanford, working a part-time job at a lab. Jeremiah was the one who told people he majored in beerology.
He stared. “What the hell does that mean, ‘inferiority complex’?”
“Forget it,” I said. Too late, I could see things had gone farther than I had intended. I wanted to take it all back.
“If you think I’m so stupid and selfish and wasteful, why are you even with me?”
Before I could answer, before I could say, You’re not stupid or selfish or wasteful, before I could end the fight, Jeremiah said, “Fuck it. I won’t waste your time anymore. Let’s end it now.”
And I said, “Fine.”
I grabbed my book bag, but I didn’t leave right away. I was waiting for him to stop me. But he didn’t.
