Then we passed Libby. “Hey, Libby,” I said, smiling at her and trying to determine whether or not she was upset. She glanced at my hand in Ben’s smirked and continued on her way. I looked at Ben. “Something is wrong. Libby is acting strange. After I told her about us, she just took off and said something about having to study. She acted like it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it felt off.”
Ben stopped walking and turned to me, “Alex, you and Libby have been best friends since Kindergarten. There is no way that being with me is going to mess that up. She dumped me, remember? Plus, we didn’t do anything wrong. We did everything by the rules.” He was right, but I still felt like the scum of the earth.
When we arrived at the doorway of my first-period class, Ben leaned down and g
