Page 63 of The Friend Scheme
That sounds like torture. And hmm. I’m going to go with Janet for this one.
It is. Believe me. I’m sure you could handle it, though. And nice! Love her. Mine’s Chidi.
I really like all his choices. My phone lights up again.
What are you up to right now, btw?
“Who are you texting?” asks Luke.
I freeze.
“No one,” I say.
Luke grins. “Oh my God, it’s a girl, isn’t it?”
“What? No, I swear!”
“Dude, you so are. How’d you meet her?”
“I already told you, it’s not a girl. It’s nobody.”
“So you’re texting no one?”
“It’s a school thing. History group project. Kill me now.”
“You dirty liar! Come on, tell me everything.”
I chew my lip.
“I’m not lying, it’s for a group project.”
“Dude, nobody has ever looked like you just did while working on a group project. Not even once.”
I mean, that is true. Group projects are worse than sleep paralysis.
But still.
“Okay fine,” I say. “You were right. I just don’t want to talk about it, it’s too early.”
Luke grins. “Don’t stress, I get it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, for sure. I’m just happy for you! For a minute there I thought you were going to end up as one of those virgins on the internet who always complain that nobody will screw them.”
“You thought I was anincel?”
“Not yet. But I thought you might become one.”
He’s got to be messing with me. I give him the finger. It just makes him chuckle.
I know I should let it drop and stop messaging Jason now that Luke’s aware I’m messaging someone I care about. If he found out I am acting this way because I am messaging a guy, then, well, I guess he could think I’m gay.
I don’t want that.
But I want to know what Jason messaged me so badly.
I lift my phone.
