“For keeping my secret.” Celine sternly said to me.
What secret is she, wait?
“Secret?” I tried to ask her.
“Come on DJ, are you really going to say it?” She frankly uttered.
“But, I… don’t know what you’re talking abo…”
She cut me, “Taylor Swift’s song, it was your ringtone, right?” Now I know what she’s talking about.
“… So… you’ve heard it…” I told her with discomfort.
“Yes, and I wasn’t really sure it was yours until that weekend at Blaine’s, when you and Pears were locked together in that room, Betty, Gary, and I were focused on listening about what you two might be doing there, then I heard the ringtone, that same ringtone I strangely heard in our fields.”
“I’m sorry…”
She shook her head, “No there’s no need to. At that time, I wasn’t sure if it was you or Pears, so right a
