I DON’T HAVE much time to ponder Sinclair’s seemingly jealous responses to the mere mention of Xavier in the weeks that pass. My days seem to be filled endlessly with things that distract me from contemplating his odd reactions and my amusement at those reactions. Because I'm pretty sure I should be upset at Sinclair acting jealous. I should be shouting from the top of my lungs that we’re not together and he has no right to be jealous of Xavier or anyone else, but for some reason I haven’t done that yet. For some reason, whenever I bring Xavier up and he slips into brooding, pouty silence, I feel the desire to kiss him on his cheek or comment on how cute I think he’s being.
Maybe those things that have been keeping me from thinking about this situation aren’t coincidental at all. I’m sta
