I’d been seated on his bed, counting up the days since I’d spent time with Phil.
Two weeks.
I mean, we had lunch together but that’s not the same.
Trey had a party going on but I’d felt antsy there, annoyed with all the chatter. So many people were trying to talk to me the entire dance and all I’d been doing was feeling agitated, wondering what the hell Phil was talking to Diana about.
They were a good fit, Diana and Phil.
They’d make a cute couple.
Something about it didn’t sit right with me. I’d been thinking about asking him about her, about the other girls clinging to him tonight—but all of that kind of just disappeared when he stepped into the room, looking me over with a flustered expression.
I didn’t want to talk at all anymore.
Two whole we
