"Girl, your brothers are looking hot today."

I roll my eyes at Olivia but don't bother with a reply. She knows how much I hate my best friends being called my brothers. Since the beginning of the week, she's been trying everything to get a reaction from me. Unfortunately, I have no reaction to give. Zero. Zilch. Nada. My life, as I know it, is falling apart.

I've become a spectator, watching someone take an "edge-of-the-cliff" selfie, and they're too far away to hear my warnings. A bit dramatic I know, but I'm a teenage girl. Drama and disaster are the norm.

Anyway, let's break down my dilemma.

The first and biggest issue I have is my best friends—my neighbors and the boys I have secretly been in love with since I was twelve—are about to leave and head off to college. This doesn't sound like a big deal, right? As their best friend, I should be happy for them. Which I am. But the bad part is I won't be joining them.

Since the four of us were old enough to care about our futures, we promised to one day go to the same college. The typical best friend dream when you're a kid—high school, college, then one day you all live in the same neighborhood and your kids grow up together.

Only that dream shattered, and do you want to know why? Because during junior year, I contracted a severe case of mono. What's commonly called the kissing disease—only I didn't get it from kissing—made me so tired and achy that some days I could only get out of bed to eat and use the bathroom. I ended up falling behind in school, and after playing catchup that year and this year, I still lack two credits.

I did everything I could to keep up with my classmates. Even going so far as to quit the soccer team and give up my chance of a possible athletic scholarship. Worse than that, I sacrificed having a normal teenage social life. Unlike most teenagers, I never dated or went to parties. Instead, I studied and did make-up work. I'm literally the most boring eighteen-year-old I know. Sadly, none of it was enough.

Soon, Alex, Archer, and Aiden will be off spreading their wings, having the full college experience and I'll be stuck here, in our small town, attending a community college. Mrs. Johnson, the school guidance counselor, suggested dual enrollment. I can knock out my two credits and still take college classes at the same time. But I won't get to graduate with my class. And I certainly won't get into any of the colleges I dreamed about.

My best friends will probably find girlfriends, get married, and have the American average 2.5 kids. While I stay behind with the fate of an old spinster who never finds love. Because no guy I ever date could possibly compare to the Love triplets.

Now, on to problem two. If leaving me behind wasn't bad enough, the boys, whom I have spent nearly every day with since I was four years old, are completely ghosting me. Not a single word, touch, text, or call exchanged between me or any of them all week. They've even gone so far as to take a different route in the hallways. After each block, we usually meet up at my locker; they haven't shown up once. We've never spent this much time apart, and I don't know why or what I did to make them mad at me.

"Did you hear me? Hello! Earth to Addy."

Olivia waves her hand in front of my face and snaps her fingers repeatedly. I look up from my lunch, now a mashed pile of disgusting goop from me absent-mindedly dragging my fork across my plate and in circles.

"Why are they sitting with the wicked witch?"

A heaviness forms in my chest as my eyes follow her coral-tipped finger and land directly on my worst enemy, Nomi Rush. Every muscle in my body tightens as I fight the urge to walk over to their table and pull her by her fake orange hair away from my boys.

Just as I'm about to look away, Archer's eyes meet mine. He holds my stare for a good five seconds before he looks down at the table like it's the most interesting thing he has ever seen. I continue to shoot daggers at the traitor triplets while they have a hushed conversation, just the three of them.

They're acting like I don't exist.

That's enough. I stand quickly, slam my chair under the table, and mumble goodbye to Olivia.

"Call me later, chica."

At the risk of being a crappy friend, I don't respond to her. I'm done with today. Who cares if I get detention? The school year is practically over at this point, and it couldn't make my life any worse.