Noah who should have told me that.
I slide my gaze at Noah again. His cheeks are still a ruddier shade than when we entered, and I don’t think he can blame the beer that someone has slid into his hand at some point.
I look at my hand, and I’m holding a beer too. My eyes widen.
I am really out of it.
Did I concoct that Noah said what he said? There would be no reason for him to not just say that he was bisexual. I mean, that’s what I said. And Noah is the sort of agreeableperson who often says the same thing. That’s probably why we’re holding the same drink.
“Do you feel okay?” Evan asks, his brow furrowed, his gaze darting from me and Noah.
“I’m fine.” My voice cracks like I’m a preteen again, and I take a lengthy sip of beer.
“I can get you some water if you’re thirsty,” Vinnie says, his gaze dropping to Stella, as if he’s expecting that I’ll be singing on the table before dessert.
Shit.
They’re already regretting inviting us. Because even though I acted all cool and knowledgeable to Noah when we came here, and even though I explained everything I knew about Vinnie and Evan, there’s still so much I don’t know about them.
Invitations to Casa Evan are coveted and rare.
Stella chatters about her teacher, and I wonder if Noah had the good sense to ask her about that or if she spontaneously filled the silence.
The latter is likely, given Vinnie’s tendency toward silence, though maybe at home he doesn’t spend his time pretending he’s auditioning to play Heathcliff or one of those other tormented heroes found wandering moors in my mother’s favorite Masterpiece Classics period dramas.
I look around the table. It’s decorated impeccably, and bowls of delicious looking food are everywhere.
“You made all of this, Vinnie?” I ask.
Vinnie beams.
Evan beams.
Stella beams.
“Vinnie is an amazing cook,” Stella declares. “Daddy used to do all the cooking, and it wasn’t the same.”
“Those were the tragic days.” Evan bites back a smile.
“Big time,” Stella says solemnly.
God.I didn’t know that about Vinnie. And apparently there are huge things about Noah I didn’t know either.
I try to make stilted conversation, but mostly I’m wondering if I can make an excuse and drag Noah to one of the bedrooms and have it out with him now.
Not the best idea.
Evan is a chill dude, but his eyes seem to be more narrow than normal, and his brow more furrowed.
A chill slinks up my spine. Noah and I fooled Coach H, fooled the team, fooled Tanaka, fooled Daniela, fooled our parents, fooled the press.
We’ve been lying to everyone.
And I thought we were getting away with it.
But now I’m not so sure.
How much shock was on my face when Noah told Evan that he was gay? Given the fact I’m acting quiet and withdrawn, all the things I’m not, I’m sure he noticed.
