Lila
By the end of lunch, I had learned two things.
First, people at school were apparently way more interested in Shawn’s love life than I had ever realized.
Second, I hated being part of that conversation.
It was weird because this was exactly the kind of thing I used to daydream about. I used to sit in the corner of the cafeteria and imagine what it would feel like if someone looked over and whispered about me because Shawn was sitting beside me. I thought it would make me feel important. Like I had finally crossed some invisible line between nobody and somebody.
Instead, it mostly made me want everyone to mind their own business.
“You’re quiet,” Nina said as we headed toward class.
“I’m thinking.”
“That’s always dangerous.”
I gave her a look.
She smiled.
“I just don’t get wh
