“Ian”, Derrick called again, drawing Ian’s attention after glancing into his phone for the umpteenth time since they met up.
“Seriously, dude, are you even listening to me?” Derrick gave him a knowing look. “Why the hell have you got your eyes buried in your phone all day? You’ve got a girlfriend or something? Wait…is the article about you and that girl…what’s her name again… Natalie Howard, was it? Is it true?” Derrick asked, wearing a pensive look, unsure if he got the name of the girl right.
“Seriously, I have no damn clue why anyone would think that.” Ian frowned.
“I’m pretty sure shopping and hand-in-hand parties are places you go with a girlfriend,” Derrick mumbled.
“Nat’s my friend, and that’s it. I haven’t heard the end of it from everyone from school too,” Ian complained, pla
