“What’s the deal with you and Nicholas?”
I looked away from the trees at Autumn’s unexpected question. The look on her face was too concerned for my comfort. We were taking some fresh air between the exam we just had and our last exam for finals and decided to take a walk.
Turning my gaze back to the trees, I tried to answer casually. “Why? Did he say something?”
“Nothing. You’re just not talking much these days.”
“It’s finals week, Autumn. We barely even had the luxury of getting toilet breaks.”
“I thought he was tutoring you?”
“That’s over.”
“But it’s like he’s avoiding you.”
A laugh welled up inside of me, then turned to anguish.
“Maybe he’s just busy,” I told her, holding on to my last bit of composure.
“No,” she began quietly. “I think he’s sulking over something I don’t kno
