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Roman is my friend

I don’t want to fight with hiical reason to You’re supposed to work things out, right?

“Lilly”

I release the shoe I intended to put on, and it drops to the cold tile floor

“Okay”

“Okay?”

I nod, bending to unbuckle the other wedge, watching as it slides off next to its match

“I have to callto do that real quick if you don’t mind Then we can talk”

Coach doesn’t answer, so I text her a photo ofRoman back up to the second floor and into his bedrooentlee of the bed but not cliet too comfortable Maybe that’s been the problem this entire time—my comfort level with him I feel like we’ve been friends forever, but I also feel so he doesn’t seem to understand

So I don’t seem to understand myself

That’s fine

It isn’t as though I haven’t been rejected before or had a guy not like me—both have happened, just not recently

Is he stereotypingcareer and the color of my hair? I’m too afraid to ask

“I think we got off on the wrong foot e got ho in the desk chair across the roo it so he faces me I don’t knohen the wheels fell off the bus

“I’m probably hypersensitive,” I confess

“What do you mean?”

I give , “It’s a new see, and to be honest, I’ve never had a guy as just a friend before I suppose Jack counts, but not really? I haven’t known hi, and he’s Eliza’s boyfriend…it would have been weird for uess I just…don’t kno to behave with a guy friend”

“If iton a daily basis, let alone with a girl who is also a friend I should never have gone with the plan that you fake it for ize I can’t ireed to it”

Aw, the poor guy “Ro out loud—I actually think ould have a lot of fun pretending” Plus, he will get some practice!