Never Your Third Wheel Again

Summary

The three of us were at a standstill.

My girlfriend and my best friend both wore the same stony, impenetrable scowl, united in freezing me out.

I tried apologizing to Vera first; she didn’t even look up from her phone. I moved over to placate Rory; he kept his eyes glued to his Nintendo Switch, mashing the buttons with aggressive indifference. I stood between them like the filling in a crushed sandwich, apologizing to both sides, hitting a brick wall on either end.

Back in high school, when we had to choose our academic tracks, they had demanded I pick a side.