Canan's POV
"Dude, you've been staring at that same spot on the wall for like ten minutes now."
Rex's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I blink, realizing I've zoned out again.
"What?" I mutter, not bothering to look at him.
"See? There he goes again." Liam drops onto the couch across from me, shaking his head. "Man, you've been like this for days. Walking around all spaced out, barely eating, looking like someone kicked your puppy. What the hell's going on?"
"Nothing," I say flatly. "Just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Rex leans against my desk, arms folded, that knowing smirk already forming on his face. "Or should I say... thinking about who?"
I shoot him a glare. "Don't start."
"Oh, he's defensive already," Liam says with a grin. "That's basically a confession right there.
