Rowena
So Eric was on the list.
It shouldn’t have bothered me. I shouldn’t have had a care in the world about it. Eric was my brother and nothing more; anything that happened between us was just a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment brought about by his three years away from home. The distance between us had simply made us confused, and soon we would just look back on it and cringe.
And yet, despite all of this, I felt crushed over the thought of Eric going on a date with whichever beautiful cheerleader chose him.
I hated that I felt this way, truly, but I couldn’t seem to make it stop. I didn’t want Eric to participate in this event, and I certainly didn’t want him to go to a dance with a cheerleader as his reward.
It should be me, I kept thinking to myself. No one
