Hey, I texted, this time with a kiss emoji.

This account has blocked you.

“You know what,” Amy said at lunch that day. “I’m going to get an art scholarship THIS YEAR. Fuck school. I’m going to Glasgow.”

She got herself an art scholarship.

“See you in Glasgow,” I said on the last day of school.

“You admit I’m right this time around…” Amy said and then she saw the look on my face. She waved her hand over my face. “Wipe that shit eating grin off your face, asshole. Wipe it!”

Amy had a big going away party at the top of some big building in the city. She had invited me just to gloat. There was a big countdown and in between the hustle and bustle of the packed rooftop I managed to make eye contact with Amy. I smiled at her, with my palm held wide open.

Five, I put my thumb down.

Four, index.

Three, middle.

Two, ring.

One.