Sienna didn't mean to do it.
That's the thing I kept reminding myself after. She wasn't stirring anything. She was lying on her bed painting her toenails with the phone on speaker, talking about Cole the way she'd been talking about Cole for weeks – half-annoyed, half-obsessed.
"He's been weird all day. Quiet. I think Rhys's meeting stressed him out and it's leaking onto everyone."
I was at my desk. Highlighter in hand. Midterm notes spread across every surface.
"What meeting?"
The silence on the phone lasted four seconds. I counted.
"The... scholarship meeting?" Sienna's voice climbed. "The one with the alternative funding people? Cole said–" She stopped. I could hear her toenail polish brush freeze mid-stroke. "He didn't tell you."
Not a question.
"No."
"Naomi–"
"I have to go."
