The next morning, I caught myself staring at Andrea again.
She was scribbling in her notebook, probably doodling instead of taking notes.
I tapped my fingers against my desk.
I wanted to ask.
I shouldn't ask.
But before I could stop myself, the words slipped out.
"So… have you given it to him yet?"
Andrea froze.
Then, slowly, she turned to me.
"What?"
I realized my mistake immediately.
I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I completely forgot we weren't supposed to talk about it.
Andrea narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about, Rest?"
I swallowed. "N-Nothing."
She leaned in suspiciously. "Wait. Are you talking about—"
"Nope!" I cut her off. "Forget I said anything!"
But it was too late.
Andrea smirked. "You are talking about it!"
I groaned. "Just—forget it, okay?"
But Andrea was grinning now. "You're curious, aren't you?"
I crossed my arms. "I don't care."
"Liar," she sang.
I clenched my jaw.
She wasn't wrong.
I was curious.
But no way was I going to admit that.