nineteen and unravelling
"Chris, guess what?"
Chris stopped, his eyes darting between Bianca and me. He dramatically gasped, clutching his mesh top. "Oh my god, don't tell me. You finally realized that the lighting in the library is giving us early-stage wrinkles and you're launching a petition? Or wait—did the cafeteria finally replace that tragic mystery meat with actual grilled chicken?"
"No," I laughed, my cheeks instantly warming. "I'm officially Malik Thompson's girlfriend."
Chris froze. The high-energy, gossipy excitement on his face completely flattened into pure skepticism. He blinked once, twice, then let out a slow, dramatic axial sigh that dripped with disapproval.