“What’s up?” I said, trying to work out what he wanted.
“Are you okay? You seemed really spaced out in class,” he said. “You didn’t even roast Denis on his incorrect pronunciation of the word ‘specific’.”
“God, am I really that predictable?”
Romeo laughed at me and put his arm around my shoulder. “Well yes, but that’s why we love you,” he said. “So what’s going on?”
For a second I considered telling him. I don’t know why exactly, but there was a strong voice in my head saying that I could trust him. I wanted to tell him. But there were five of us involved now and it wouldn’t be fair for me to put everyone else in jeopardy.
“Nothing really,” I sighed. “Just girl stuff.”
Girl stuff, really? Well that was an embarrassing attempt at deflection. It must have been enough though, since Rome
