But this past year, I’d had more times than not that I regretted that decision. Today was one of those times. I just was not in the mood. She was going to mess around and say the wrong thing to me and I might snap. I took my time approaching my locker. Sheridan was digging for something inside of hers. “So, you’re not speaking?” I said, opening my locker up and tossing my binder inside. “I was here first. Seems like you should be speaking to me,” she said all nonchalantly. I really didn’t feel like fighting with her anymore. “Look, Sheridan,” I said, deciding to take the high road. “I’m sorry if I made you mad about Javier. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.” Sheridan shut her locker and glared at me. “I told you, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” “Whatever you say.” I held my hands up in defense. She stepped in my face. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to jump bad or make her point. “You think I’ve liked every guy you’ve dated?
