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Not on a good day.
I grinned at her. "It was one fight. The other two things didn't happen."
"That makes it better?"
"Yes," I shot back.
"Okay." She crossed one leg over the other. Leaning back and rolling her shoulders, she put on the counselor stare. She was now ready to try to read inside of me, pull out all my insides and make me examine them along with her.
Fuck that.
But I held my tongue as she said, "Round one."
I arched an eyebrow.
"What were you talking about with Alex Ryerson in the parking lot this morning?"
"We were finalizing our friendship handshake."
"You're lying."
I grinned. "Do you want a friendship handshake too? You can't have the same one as Alex. He'll get jealous."
She rolled her eyes, and re-folded her hands on her lap. "Round two."
We were playing Twenty Questions?
She narrowed her eyes. "You skipped the second half of your classes yesterday. Why?"
My grin faded, but I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "I got sick."
"It was the first day. It's one of the easiest days of the year. What student skips the first day?" She rolled her eyes at her own question.
"I told you, I was sick."
"You might as well be honest with me."
I gritted my teeth. "I was sick."
Her eyes fixed on me again. "You didn't answer the other question. Here's a new one. Are you still dating Drake Ryerson?"
That wasn't her question. She knew that answer.
"What does my love life have to do with this? Drake's in college."
She tugged at her skirt. "So you're not together?"
I didn't answer. She didn't need to know that stuff. She already knew too much.
She frowned, her head tilted to the side, but she let it go. "I've heard his cousin transferred here, and I also heard he's taken an interest in you. Is that right?"
I leaned forward and deadpanned, "I've missed talking to you." Not a flicker of emotion. I didn't blink. "So much."
She didn't either. "I heard he was talking to your crew yesterday morning." She watched me intently. "He looks a lot like Drake."
"Drake's prettier." I didn't look away. "The new guy helped me write a poem for you. It's from all of us, my crew and him."
"Do you like him?" She broke eye contact now, glancing down to her lap before looking back up.
