Jillian Dodd - Hate Me

“And you went to Logan’s house?”

“Sorta. I was just crying and driving. Two hours later, I ended up there completely unannounced. His family was amazing. He hadn't told them we got back together because he didn't want them to get their hopes up. I felt more at home there than at my own house. My mom sent me a text and told me that Harry decided they weren’t going to pay for me to go to Eastbrooke anymore and not to bother to ask my grandparents for money because they agreed I shouldn’t behave that way.”

“Oh, Maggie,” I say softly, pulling her into a hug. “We’ll figure something out.”

“I’ve been on pins and needles waiting to get called to the office and kicked out of here, but right before dance I looked up the tuition policy. They had to pay for this semester in advance and there are no refunds. So at least I know I’ll get to finish up the semester. My mom says she's not sending my allowance anymore either, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I have some money saved, but not enough for tuition.”

“What about a scholarship? I bet they have those.”

“They do, but they’re given out at the beginning of each school year. I could apply for next year, but not next semester. And my grades aren’t that great. Like, I’m a solid B student. Not smart enough for a scholarship.”

“You need to tell Logan.”

She gets tears in her eyes again. “We just got back together and now I’m going to have to leave him.”

I pat her back. “We’ll figure out a way for you to finish school here. Stop worrying about it. I promise, something will work out.”

“I can’t tell him. He’ll try to fix it. And his parents already make sacrifices so he can come here. It’s not like they can pay for me, too.”

“Did you go talk to the dean? Tell him the situation?”

“No. Do you think I should?”

“Yeah. If anyone can help, he can.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m embarrassed, you know?”

“Don’t be. I’ll go with you, if you want.”

She nods, then studies me. “Aiden told Logan that you almost didn’t come back.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“He said he told you about that night. About Prom.”

“Yeah, he did.”

“He thought you might hate him.”

“I could never hate Aiden.”

“That’s what I told him. I thought you acted weird when you hugged me goodbye. Would you have really just left like that without telling your friends?”

“I’m having some family issues, too. I thought I might have to go home to help. I’m hoping when I go home for Christmas that things will be better.”

She hugs me. “I hope they are, too. And I’m glad you came back. Eastbrooke wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

“Thanks,” I say, and I mean it. A lot.

As we’re walking out the door, Peyton says, “Hey, Keatyn, wait up. I want to talk to you about Aiden.”

Oh, shit. She knows. Knows that Chelsea texted him. Knows what was said.

“What about?” I say, as calmly as I can, as Shark bumps his hip into mine and joins us as we walk toward the dorms.

“What do you think we should do for his birthday?”

“His birthday? When is it?”

“This Sunday.”

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know.”

And already my mind is going crazy. He doesn’t want me to know? Does he want to spend it with Chelsea and not me?

No, stop it, Keatyn. Stop doubting him. He’s been sweet and amazing.

But why wouldn’t he tell me?

“Did he tell you Chelsea texted him over break?”

“No, but I’m sure he told her to go to hell.”

“Yeah, probably,” I say, less than enthusiastically.

“So, if you’re okay with it, I was thinking of inviting some friends out for dinner. I just didn’t want to step on your toes in case you were planning something already. But if you didn’t know, then you probably haven’t planned anything, right?”

“Right. Dinner sounds great. Wait. This Sunday is December the fourth.”

“Uh, yeah,” she says, looking at me like I’m dumb.

I knew they were both Sagittarians, but Aiden and Brooklyn share the same birthday?

Am I in the Twilight Zone?

I look up to the sky and wonder if the gods are done having fun with me yet.

“His birthday is the same day as my ex-boyfriend’s. What are the odds of that?”

Shark chimes in. “It’s really not that uncommon. About nine hundred thousand people in the United States share any given birthday. Over nineteen million if you count the world.”

“Oh, well, that’s good to know,” I say, thankful that we’ve reached my dorm.

I hate the internet.

5pm

I’m supposed to meet Aiden for tutoring in his room.

But I’m dreading it.

Maybe I’ll accidentally fall asleep.

Maybe my phone died.

And I am sort of freaking out about the birthday.

Why didn’t he tell me about his birthday?

What am I going to get him?

I grab my computer and look up the traits for those born on December the fourth.

If you were born on this day, you are happy, fun loving, and high-spirited. You can be very easygoing, but are often quite ambitious and determined. You have a great attitude toward life. Active and focused, levelheaded and responsible, you are the kind of person who works hard and plays hard. You like your privacy and need a home base to act as your castle. However, you can be opinionated, bossy, and sometimes impulsive.

Your lucky colors are blue and bright white.

In work and money, you have great ambition and should do well in any occupation you choose. You are typically disinterested in finances, which might make you careless with your money. This should subside as you mature.

In the romance department, your soul mate will have to break through your emotional walls to gain your trust and must share your desire for a home base. They must also be able to keep up with your love of adventure and excitement. You have a lusty sex drive. You want to find your true love and will quickly become bored or restless in a relationship that’s not up to your standards.

You dream of personal freedom, and you just want to be yourself. You will go to great lengths to achieve this. You don’t really set goals; rather, you depend on your gut instincts. You dream of traveling far and wide.

I shut my laptop. I hate the internet.

I mean, except for shopping.

Just not for all the worthless information that doesn’t help you in the least.

I get a text.

Hottie God: Are you running late?

Me: No.

Hottie God: Then why aren’t you here?

Me: I don’t feel like it.

Hottie God: What’s wrong?

Me: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just mad at myself.

Hottie God: You’re mad at me?

Me: You told me that I’m supposed to tell you how I’m feeling? Right? That we’re supposed to talk? Well, here it is. You didn’t tell me that Chelsea texted you. And when you finally admitted it, you wouldn’t tell me what you said or what she said. And to top it off, I just found out about your birthday. So what else haven’t you told me?

I sit and wait for his reply.

There isn’t one, so I throw on my coat and head out the back door.

I wander through the trees, careful to avoid the mud puddles, until I get to the Cave.

I sit down on a stump, close my eyes, and decide to check in on Annie.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Just studying.”

“Have you talked to Ace yet?”

“Not really. We texted some today. But he’s still being weird. Distant.”

“I’m at the Cave. Want to come sit with me?”