Page 114 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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which isn’t the only free seat in the library.

I actually wanna sit with her.

“Hey,” I say nonchalantly.

“Talk of the devil!” Jyoti responds.

“You and The Twins are so cute!”

Jyoti shows me the photo T took.

I take Jyoti’s phone.

I zoom in on myself:

I need to ask Granny

to redo my cane rows soon.

I hand back her phone. “Are you and T

seeing each other or are you dating?”

“You’d have to ask T. What’s he said?”

“He said you were just seeing each other,”

I tell her, “but you two are always texting.”

“So.” Jyoti shrugs. “There’s your answer.”

“Well, I’m seeing a guy right now

and we don’t text at all,” I ponder aloud

as I pull out my sky-blue notebook

from my backpack and rummage for my pencil case.

“Why not?” Jyoti asks.

“I don’t know what I’d text him.

Matt’s the person I text the most,

and my other best friend Vass,

and I write a lot of things down.”

I find my yellow banana-shaped pencil case

and pull out a pen, then I pause.

I don’t want Jyoti reading over my shoulder.

I can’t write in my notebook sitting beside her.

“Why aren’t you with Matt and The Boys today?

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