January 3: Sleep Day

Gray Saturday. Things aren’t getting much easier. Jeremy finally called. He grilled me about what happened outside with Luke, down to the last detail. For the most part, my story held up against the crossfire. It’s not like anything happened between us. As for why I walked out of the party, when I filled him in on how obnoxious Sharon was to me, it seemed to quell Jeremy’s rage for the time being, and the conversation ended with a relatively gratifying plea bargain—we “might not break up after all.”

In other dreadful news, I asked my brother what he wanted for his birthday next week. He said he didn’t want a gift, just for Luke to show up at his party. No gift? I had no idea Luke’s presence held this much weight. After considering all the relevant factors, including my financial woes and my vow to steer clear of Luke, I told Rico it was a touching request, which, unfortunately, could not be arranged.