I stare at the roster in disgust. Cleaning duty again.

Ouch, comes a voice over my shoulder. Jack.

Excellent I mutter, walking away.

Jay, wait, he calls.

What? I snap.

He doesn’t hate you, you know. I don’t either.

Why would Jack hate me? I wonder. Well, someone does, I say, gesturing back at the roster.

Yeah, Rachael is in admin this week.

So?

She likes Ben.

Oh, I see. But I don’t know if I did.

So, how do you know?

What?

That he doesn’t hate me.

Oh, we talk, I do the writing.

Huh?

Didn’t you wonder who wrote that note?

Ah, crap. Note from a cute boy who can’t even write and I didn’t once question who wrote it. Totally. Lobotomized.

We’ve been trying to write you another one but he can’t seem to make up his mind between wanting you back and wanting to tell you to get lost.

And you say he doesn’t hate me?

Oh, it is all about love, Jack smiles, a little sadly. I want to smack him, knowing all of this, about me. Hey – I am just the messenger, says Jack, sensing my anger.

Well, Messenger Boy – no more notes. Ben and I are done. And if you can manage it, convince him to ask Rachael out. I can’t clean latrines forever.

I can try, he says, but he doesn’t sound convinced.

One more thing – the thought comes to me – Jack was there. The night we broke up, what did you see?

Jack looks carefully at me, enough to know that you made the right decision.

Shit. How could I be so selfish? Yeah, maybe don’t get him to ask Rachael out. I will deal with her punishment. Although I did wonder, shouldn’t she be happy that Ben is free? So confusing.

You never know, she might be right for him, Jack says hopefully.

I shake my head and walk away.