To meet You Again by Hayley Nelson Read Free Book Online

And I let him. I wanted to make
one final argument, but of course I couldn’t think of any good ones. Besides,
that’s the way Angelo was. He was open to things, but was a decisive person.
When he says he’s not going to change his mind… When he says he’s absolutely
sure… He means it. Always has. Always will. He was rarely wrong. But I hoped
that, on this particular matter, I would be the one who was in the right.
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    “Okay, stop!”
                   
Don and I turned around to face Angelo.
                   
“What’s the matter now?” I complained. Angelo had been like this ever since we
all met up at my place for rehearsal. Agitated.Nit-picking.Perfectionist.Perpetually annoyed.Annoying .
                   
“I need to pee,” he stood up and left. Oh, ok.
                   
When Angelo had gone, Don turned to me. “Is Angelo okay?”
                   
“What do you mean?” I didn’t look at him.
                    “Ruby. C’mon.”
                   
“Maybe he just had a bad day.”
                    “How? You and him kept making
bets, and it seemed he was enjoying even when he was losing.”
                   
I took in a deep breath. Technically, Don was my boyfriend now. And
technically, we weren’t. So did I owe him an explanation? I don’t know… No. I
didn’t. I would respect Angelo’s privacy.
                   
“He always gets like that as Valentine’s approaches,” I lied.
                   
“Oh,” he said. “So you guys take this Valentine’s thing really seriously, huh?
That’s unhealthy.”
                   
“Yeah, maybe,” I said passively. I wasn’t in the mood to interact with Don,
especially since he was the reason there was tension between me and Angelo.
                   
“Do you both become more sad and angry and things as
Valentine’s comes closer?” he asked. “You seem upset, too.”
                   
“I’m just tired,” I lied again. “We’ve been walking around and performing all
day just to come home to practice and then do the whole thing over again
tomorrow.”
                   
“It wasn’t because Melissa talked to you?” Don asked.
                   
“What?” I turned to face him. “She didn’t come to talk to me.”
                   
“Oh?” he looked down. “I just assumed since she went to talk to me. She asked
me if there was something going on between us.”
                   
“And then?” I pressed.
                   
“I said we were together,” he replied.
                   
“And then?” I pressed on.
                   
“Nothing,” he answered. “She stormed off. I wouldn’t really blame her. But
that’s why I thought she maybe talked to you about it.”
                   
“She didn’t,” I pressed my lips together. Oh, right. We weren’t really together.
That was the reason there was tension between me and Angelo.
                   
“But it’s good,” he comforted. “It means it’s working.”
                   
“That’s good,” I grimaced. Oh yeah. That said it all about my progress. Down the drain. Did I even stand a chance? Should I keep trying. Change topic. Change topic. “So,” I broke the
silence. “Why do you love Valentine’s Day?”
                   
“Well,” he began, “I guess that’s because of my grandmother.”
                   
“What about her?” I asked, half genuinely curious.
                   
“Well, she died when I was kind of young, so I didn’t know her very well,” he
said.
                   
“I’m so sorry,” I looked