I sigh heavily and Nathan glances at me over his reading glasses. He puts his book down and sets his glasses aside. “What’s up, Ryne? Girl troubles?” I stare at him stonily. “Boy troubles?” A loud, annoyed huff bursts from me, and I hold my tablet up closer to my face. It’s like when you’re a toddler. Maybe if I can’t see him, he can’t see me. No such luck.
