Michael
Something about Betty felt different. It's like she had changed over the weekend.
Apart from avoiding me like the plague and keeping everything strict and professional, as if we hadn’t made out in a bookstore, she wouldn’t even talk about that night, and that made me tense, but then I noticed something else, she stopped taking cabs.
At first, I thought a friend was just giving her a lift, but then the red sports car kept showing up every day. It was flashy and impossibly hard to ignore, the kind of car that made heads turn, always glossy and spotless. It had to belong to a man. But the question was, who was he to her?
I shouldn’t jump to a conclusion yet, it could be her brother or maybe a cousin but I still felt uneasy, call it jealousy if you want. I hated seeing her with a
