Lucas:
“What has got you smiling like that?” Rhett asks, staring at me with a strange expression. I am flopped on my bed, looking up at the ceiling of our dorm.
“Like what?” I ask, wondering why the hell my own voice sounds chirpy. Also, he’s right, I am smiling, which is weird because smiling is one of the facial expressions I rarely use, in fact, I never use it.
“Like an idiot.” He points out, rolling his eyes. He stands up from the desk and walks over to me, punching me jokingly in the elbow. “I knew it! It’s about a girl, come on. Spill it out right now, who’s the girl?”
There are two sides to Rhett, the side that never talks at all, like the side is what I witness every single day and then there’s the side that yaps like a normal teenage dude and that is the side he is showing me
