"What?" I finally asked.
His voice came out low. "What's with you and Lockwood lately?"
I blinked. "...What?"
"Lockwood." He held my gaze. "He's been buzzing around you." Another beat of silence. "Why?"
I frowned. "He's not buzzing around me. He switched into my Literature class. We happen to share four classes now." I shrugged as much as the wall behind me allowed. "And unlike most people around here...he actually talks to me."
My voice softened without meaning to. "He doesn't pretend I don't exist."
His expression didn't change.
"If this had happened two weeks ago, nobody would've questioned it. People were always coming up to me before everything exploded. So what's with the interrogation?" I folded my arms. "What exactly are you trying to get at?"
He took a slow breath. His ga
