I blink, my lips parting. I steal a glance at Justin, who, for some reason, decides now is the perfect time to shovel food into his mouth like he didn’t hear a thing. I kick his foot under the table, hard, but he doesn’t even flinch. Really? He’s leaving me to handle this? What am I supposed to say? Friends, right? Just friends.
“You guys are something, right?” Sam leans in, her eyes sparkling, clearly expecting a juicy answer.
Fuck. I can feel the room shrinking. If I say we’re just friends, it’s going to be a total buzzkill. But if I hint at… anything else, it’s basically campus gossip fuel. By tomorrow, Katy will hear, and I swear, she’ll probably peel me alive.
I lick my lips. “We… we are…”
“They’re friends,” Celeste cuts in, her eyes locked on me as she chews like it’s some kind
