“Who?” I’m careful not to meet her gaze. “Your boyfriend?” “No. Gavin is coming later. He had a basketball thing.” When I give in and look at her, she arches a dark brow and tips her chin so that her long, black hair falls over one shoulder. “You know who.” I do know, but I stay quiet anyway. “Felix Walters,” she says pointedly, amidst my silence. “The cute QB who is totally crushing on you.”
