“Sorry, we are late for… something…” Nina says abruptly, and not very convincing, getting up. I shoot him a fake apologetic look, while Nina takes my arm and starts walking away with me.
“Urgh, thanks,” I tell her.
“That must have been a nightmare yesterday,” she says with a smirk.
“Well…” It wasn’t what I would call a nightmare. Marco was nice, and it even made Ethan jealous to the point he didn’t care if I was nice to him or not. I don’t mind as much as before to work with him for the rest of our presentation, now that I know him better. “It was okay-ish.”
“Sky,” Nina scoffs, “you are too nice, you can call it what it is called, a nightmare.”
Even though I don’t share that thinking, I’ll still not be able to say it out loud at school. As she said, it would be socially suicidal. “I
