Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn

Author:Rachel Cohn [Cohn, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780375890765
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2007-11-12T23:00:00+00:00

11. NICK

Fuck her.

Fuck her for getting in that cab. Fuck her for fucking with my mind. Fuck her for not knowing what she wants. Fuck her for dragging me into it. Fuck her for being such a fantastic kisser. Fuck her for ruining my favorite band. Fuck her for barely saying a word to me before she left. Fuck her for not waving. Fuck her for getting my hopes up. Fuck her for making my hopes useless. Fuck her for taking off with my fucking jacket.

Fuck me.

Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would’ve made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket.

Fuck.

If I hadn’t stayed those extra two minutes in the dressing room, staring at the mirror, as if my face would suddenly tell me the answers my mind didn’t know. If I’d been able to push through the crowd instead of being stuck inside its haphazard body-maze. If I’d seen her in that grocery before she got to the door. If I’d said something when I saw her coming. If I’d managed any of these ifs—would I have been able to avoid the inevitable fuck-up, the full-force fuck-off? My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

To go back into the club alone means defeat. To stay outside looking at the taillights of her cab means defeat. To go home and pass out means defeat. To sit right down on the pavement and stare at the curb means defeat—but it’s the defeat that’s closest, so I sit down and start tracing the edge of the sidewalk. I’ve moved myself to foot level, which is exactly where I should be. Foot in mouth, stomped all over, kick me kick me kick me. It’s Ludlow Street, so the shoes that pass me are all somewhere between hip and porn. Neon-colored sneakers, vixen pumps, stiletto boots for men and women. If I had my guitar, I might be able to make some change. But instead all I have are the songs crashing together in my head. They’re all sad. They’re all bitter. And they’re all that I have.

I didn’t let her go. She went. It’s not my fault.

She did it.

She could undo it.

This is feeling so fucking familiar.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else? Norah, don’t you know it was as simple as the way you dragged me off the dance floor? You didn’t have to make out with me to get me there.

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