“GiGi,” I heard the nickname as soon as Corin started making his closing statements on stage and Devon was gone. The whole room was in an uproar at one point during talks of sharing resources.
Still I couldn’t ignore the guy behind me that called my nickname. “Why’s everything gotta be so complicated with you huh?” the young man questions as I cross my arms.
“It’s not. It doesn’t.” I say defensively. I thought we were done.”
He half laughs, half snorts shaking his head with a grin on his face. He doesn’t answer me, just keeps talking. “So you’re living with Sabrina and the farmer then?”
There it was. He was hurt. I don’t care. Well I do, of course, but I have to think about myself. “I’m not interested in playing house with you. We’re sixteen.” That’s two years younger than my mother was when she’d had me.
“I didn’t offer to shack up with you, for god’s sake!” He puts a hand through his hair. “Forget it,” he calms down. He hesitates, this is usually where he kisses my head, but this time he pushes a curl back then just stares at me. “I only wanted you to come to the City with me, but I guess I can’t take you away from the dirt. So I’ll see you around, GiGi.”
Then he steps back and walks out the door Devon is coming back into. There’s a lump in my throat that I swallow down before speaking. “Sabrina okay?” I question Devon.