After the game, a bunch of us decided to go out to eat. I made my way down the bleachers and jogged across the court to catch up with Libby. “Hey, some of us are going out to eat. Do you want to come with us?” I asked.
“Is Ben going to be there?” Libby asked candidly. I nodded. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “No, thank you,” she said, her tone tinged with annoyance. “I’ll pass. I don’t know why you are hanging out with him anyway. You’re my friend.” I must have looked shocked because Libby continued.“Don’t act like you aren’t with him all the time. You were my friend first. Not his.”
“Libby, I can be friends with both of you. Why do I have to pick between you and Ben? You’re always busy during this time of year because you’re involved with both cheerleading and girls’ bas
