I know Cody bought it, because he kept the radio turned down low and was careful not to turn too quickly during the drive home. When we pulled into the house, I “woke up” and rubbed my eyes, quickly excusing myself to retreat inside. I didn’t want to talk about Kyla—even though she was the only thing I was thinking about. And I didn’t want to talk about the fact that Cody could so easily have been in Trevor’s place if only he hadn’t let his ridiculous pride keep him away the night of the Dean’s party. It’s that second thing that’s been keeping me awake at night. I know it isn’t fair to blame Cody, but I do. Every night, I sit in my window, watching Cody move around his garage, watching him come and go, and wondering about the possibilities. What would have happened if he had been there that night? I know I would have noticed him…but would I have noticed Trevor, too? And whose pull would have been stronger? I can’t help but laugh at myself as I replay this same conversation in my head again tonight, the sad music playing through my small iPod speaker.
