Page 16 of I Think He Knows?

He forces a smile. “Oh, it was a blast.”

“I’m assuming that’s sarcasm?”

He snorts. “Just a little.”

“Sorry.”

“Actually it was fine,” he continues. “Other than the usual attempts to manage my life despite me being a successful adult.”

I frown. “I don’t know your parents, but maybe they just want what’s best for you.”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard that before.”

I cover my face with my hands. “I should just be quiet.”

He laughs. “Please don’t. It’s fine.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ms. Lewis chatting with our new assistant principal. This reminds me of what Jess told me about Cam and Lilly. As curious as I am about their relationship, I’m not going to ask him. If there’s anything he wants to share, he will.

“I should probably get back to my room,” I tell him. “I have a lot of work to get done before I leave.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

My heart is beating so loudly, I’m surprised he can’t hear it.

“Okay.”

As we move toward the door, I feel like were being watched. I glance up and sure enough, Lilly Winters is looking at us. I can’t read her expression, but she doesn’t appear to be upset. We chat about our day as we make our way back to my classroom.

“I feel like today has been the longest day ever, starting with Lewis’s early morning meeting.”

Okay so maybe I’m using this moment to hint around about Lilly.

“Yep, is there anything better than starting a Monday with a meeting?” he asks, with a laugh.

I press my lips together. “I guess not.”

As soon as we get back to my room, Cam makes a quick exit. Maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about his past. This isn’t unusual—he’s never been super open about his life. And we haven’t had a lot of time for long, personal conversations.

I pick up my phone, find Eliza’s number, and quickly send her a message.

I need a pizza and sugar night.

This is code for telling my best friend that it’s been a long day. My phone buzzes after a few seconds.

What time should I come over?

I smile to myself. At least I know I can count on my friends, making me the luckiest girl in the world.

Chapter Five

“Okay, what happened?” Eliza asks before she’s even through the door. She hands me a box of pastries and puts her bag down on the table.

“Ugh, I don’t know,” I wail. “I’m probably overreacting.”

“Did you order the pizza?”

“It should be here in the next five minutes,” I say.

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