"Hello?" A voice jumps
onto the other line.

"Hi." The returning voice
says, a cracking in their voice.

"Riley?"

"I'm sorry." The girl sniffles.

"This can't keep happening.
Do you realize how much you
made me feel like shit?" Maya's
volume rises and her throat dries.

"I-I know."

"No, you don't know."

Silence.

"You don't understand what it's
like to feel so utterly embarrassed
because your best friend has made
an absolute fool out of you."

"...I like him too."

"No shit, Riley. But you don't
like him. You like the thought
of him. You've acted strangely
ever since I told you about him
way back in October."

"I know."

"You liked the thought of
having a boyfriend from
far away. You liked the fact
that he called me beautiful
from the second he saw
my picture." The other voice
began to sniffle as well, her
voice growing small and so
filled with heartbreak.

The other didn't respond.

"You like the fact of
having a boyfriend, and-
and you just can't have mine."
The girl hesitates before calling
Lucas by that name. She's never
even said that she loved him
to him before.

"Okay." Her voice shaking.

"You gotta hear me out
and realize that I have
feelings and you're stomping
all over them, Riley."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"You know what, save it.
I don't have the time."

"Maya..."

"Lucas is coming in a
week and four days.
Try not to act like a
total asshole."

"Maya!"

The line dies.