Sixty-Nine: ReedJared had hung out most of the weekend, and that made me feel a little saner. The next week at school was pretty tame, really. Most kids were gearing up to take the first SAT over winter break, and a lot of conversation centered on that. I hadn't decided whether I'd register this round or not, but if I did, I'd be winging it. There was no way my brain could make it through a prep course right now.
Our lunch table had grown to incorporate some of Jared's other friends, but honestly, they were cool. I was learning what I'd been missing by only having female best friends my whole life. No one here talked about eyebrows or moisturizer. That part was nice.
It was weird because I'd assumed the longer Rowyn and I weren't speaking, the harder it would get. We'd never really gone
