“Seba, what’s wrong?”
It was Elena’s cold hands more than her words that yanked me out of the hurricane of thoughts I’d been caught in.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine. You’re so pale. More than usual I mean.”
I turned to face her and she smiled, failing to hide her worry. “It’s just something I am trying to figure out.”
“Want some help?” She plonked next to me and bumped her shoulder into mine. “You know I’m smarter than you anyway.”
I looked around, noticing everyone was either outside, or huddled together around some magazine in the far corner of the classroom. It was as private as I could hope for. I told Elena everything. How I’d insulted the guy. How I hid from him. How I’d just found out his name by mistake.
Elena listened to me, her face a picture of intent and care. She si
