(The Keatyn Chronicles) Tuesday, May 17thSo, sue me.5:45pm Nearly fifty-nine hours since the hookup, and I’m starting to wonder if I will ever see Brooklyn again. And, yes, I’ve been counting the hours. So, sue me.I leave soccer practice in a bit of a daze. I confided in Cush earlier today. Told him about Brooklyn, and tried to get his advice. Tried to get him to tell me what the hell it means when a guy doesn’t call. He got irritated with me and told me he didn’t know. When I asked again after practice, because I am desperate for any shred of advice, he snapped at me and said, He’ll call when he wants to hookup again.Could he be right? We’ve never gone this long without talking to each other. Is he embarrassed to talk to me?Does he wish he hadn’t kissed me?Is he afraid I’ll think it’s more than it is, and this is his way of letting me know it?I march out to the black Range Rover I usually drive to school and see Vanessa leaning up against it. Vanessa never stays after school.
