I don’t spend time in the cafeteria today. Not with how it would be. Avery apparently describes the video of me and Leo as its own seasonal ailment because different guys keep forwarding it to him. And Freddy. And tragically, Derek.
We’re back at Quill & Quiche, a similar booth from last time with window seats. Freddy stirs his caesar salad with disinterested eyes boring on Avery as he details again how I keep making rounds in campus gossip.
‘Every day, it’s Samara that, Samara this, Samara and Stacy, Samara and Derek, and now, Leo?’ Avery laughs, full-bodied. ‘I had to come and hear the Leo scoop from you yourself. It’s insane, woman.’
‘Woman?’ I lift a brow.
‘Are you not a woman?’ Avery c***s back.
‘Avery,’ says Derek, holding up a peacemaking hand.
‘What? Is she not a woman? Am
