Nami pushed me away.
She pushed me.
Nami did.
“I don’t get it. Why’s she acting like this?” I asked Sophee and she just sighed, looking down, unable to meet him in the eyes. “You’re her best friend. Shouldn’t you at least know?”
Sophee messed with her hair out of frustration that I’ve been asking the same question for the past two minutes. “I really don’t. I mean, we both tried avoiding her by coincidence. I was only lying low for a good week, but why were you avoiding her! It’s your fault in the first place!”
I looked at her. “Why did you?”
“Because you liked her, Marcus! How could you ask me that?!” She yelled back, flipping her hair to the back. Sophee—she was a real diva. I don’t think I can ever handle her personality.
“Why was she with that Japanese guy? Are they still livin
