“So…you have a boyfriend?” she screams through the phone, ending the emotional moment—for my sake. “I-I think so…” My face heats, the warmth creeping out to my ears and down my neck. Before Amy can answer, the door to the bathroom cracks open, and I yelp. Mateo’s head pops in the room, his hair unruly and sticking up at a million different angles. “She does,” he says confidently before he winces and slams his eyes shut. Amy squeals, wolf whistling, and the grating sounds echo through the small bathroom. “Hi, Amy.”
