Surprise

“Wait, wait,” River shakes her head stopping me, “you are friends? With the guy who literally gutted you and ghosted you?”

I sigh heavily. She clearly doesn’t understand how hard it is to hate someone when you spend literally every waking minute with them. Besides, I’m over Maverick, so what would holding onto my anger do other than prove how I’ve not moved on?

“More like we tolerate each other and sometimes hang out,” I clarify, and she scrunches her nose as if she’s caught a whiff of something awful.

“I call bullshit.” She declares after a moment. “I don’t think you can be friends with Maverick. You just got over him. Seriously. Like barely a year ago.”

“You are exaggerating,” I say, my shoulders slumping because I can deny it all I want, but I know she is right.

“Hah! Yeah,” she snorts, making a weird sound. “Keep on lying to yourself, but I won’t. You can’t be friends with him, Tate.” She gives me a pointed look. “You were made to love that man and you don’t know how to do anyt