Chapter 25
“How are things with Bobby?” I ask Nat, as I lay on the floor of my room staring up at the ceiling. She is on my bed, painting her toenails and humming a country song about some loser named Earl.
“Good, but almost too good, you know?”
I snort as a huff of laughter escapes me. “Yeah, I totally know. Trey is…” I pause trying to find the right words, ones that are not insulting, yet truthful, “he’s just intense, and I keep thinking what if this is just an act, or if this is how he thinks he has to act, in order for me to date him.”
“I don’t think it is,” she says. “I mean, think about it, Tal. He comes from a totally different culture. Based on how he dresses and sometimes the way he talks, it’s not like he’s Native American and that’s just his heritage, it’s a part of who he i
