I watched her surreptitiously over the top of Talley’s disheveled hair. Had she seemed a little distant earlier? I couldn’t remember if she’d looked at me when we spoke before class. What would we say at lunch? I couldn’t confront her about it; she’d just deny the whole thing. Still, I needed to tell someone about it, get a second opinion, see what someone else would do in my place. I didn’t want to lose her friendship, and if I were straight, she’d be the first girl on my list to date, but the sad truth was I didn’t like her like that.
I needed some advice. My gaze shifted to Talley, either asleep or feigning. He wasn’t exactly Cassanova, but he had dated a girl before. I’d get his opinion on it…but not at lunch, Marie would be there, and not between classes because there just wasn’t eno
