Adrian waited until Monday afternoon to say anything, which meant I spent the entire weekend wondering what he'd figured out. He hadn't texted me, and during the first half of academic practice he behaved normally enough that I started thinking I'd imagined the strange look he'd given Luca and me on Friday. We worked through two timed sections, argued briefly over an answer Mr Ferris eventually confirmed I was right about, and compared notes for the next competition. By the time the other students began leaving, I'd almost convinced myself there was nothing to worry about. Then Adrian closed his notebook, looked across the table at me and asked why I still called my relationship with Luca fake.
My pencil stopped halfway into my bag. I looked around the library automatically, but most of t
