The Subtlety of a Sledgehammer

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"Are you going to orientation?" Jessie chirps into my phone in her usual eager soprano on the seventeenth day of August. "I was thinking we could go get dinner afterward."

I come out of a straddle stretch and consider my nails. "Yeah, I was going to go. Jamie and I are going to Subway afterward if you want to join us."

Jamie waves her arms frantically from my bed, clearly signaling her disapproval of the plan. "NO!" Jamie hisses in the background. I wave her off.

"Um..." Jessie is quiet for a moment. "I don't want to butt in on your time with Jamie."

"You mean you don't want to piss Jamie off before school starts next week," I return, making a slashing motion at my throat, giving Jamie a look that clearly says 'knock it off.'

"That too. Will she mind?"

"Oh, probably, but she'll live."

Jessie makes a thoughtful noise. "Okay," she says finally, "I'll see you guys at orientation tonight. Meet at the auditorium?"

I say goodbye and hang up the phone to find my best friend glaring at me through narrowed green eyes. "What's the big idea?!"

I fix Jamie with a look. "I refuse to start high school with two of my friends, and I don't have too many to begin with, at each other's throats. Like I said after cheerleading tryouts: she wants to be friends with you, she just doesn't know how to apologize to you."

"Arugh!" Jamie exclaims, falling back on my bed, her hands over her eyes. "Sometimes I hate you, you know that, right?"

I grin. "There's a fine line between love and hate, you know."

Jamie groans again, sitting up straight. "I'll give you one night to prove to me that Jessica Sloan is not the ditzy, dumb, popularity seeking, stuck up snob that I think she is." Jamie holds up her right pointer finger to emphasize her point.

"You'd better get used to her," I state firmly. "She's going to be joining us for ROCK next year. Immaculate Heart of Mary is merging with St. James."

Jamie grumbles a curse word in Spanish, one of Felix's favorites.

"Same to you," I reply.

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