Amanda
“So?" Sally says, leaning her behind against my desk.
“What?" I ask, my attempt at an innocent stare lost on my closest friend.
“It's been over six weeks. How many times have you seen each other?"
I shrug. “A few."
Sally pushes on my shoulder. “A few. Damn, the nun has left the building."
“I-I." I shift my mouse, bringing my computer screen back to life and deciding if I should answer Cruella or Sally. Looking to my friend, I say, “I think I need to break it off."
“Why?"
“It feels too real."
“What does that even mean?"
“I don't know," I admit, unsure what I want. “It's more than that. It's Jase, too. I feel guilty. He's having some issues with the new school, and I think it's because of me. I've never left him this often before."
“Nonsense," Sally says. “It's not like y
