THE QUARTERBACK NEXT DOOR
she says one evening, sprawled across my bed like she’s always belonged there, her legs kicking lightly against the mattress as she watches me from upside down, her hair falling over the edge like gravity is optional for her.
“I’m not,” I reply, folding one of her shirts neatly before placing it in the drawer, because technically I’m not ignoring him, I’m just not engaging, and those are two very different things even if they look the same from the outside.
“You are,” she insists, rolling onto her stomach now, her chin resting in her hands as she studies me like I’m a puzzle she’s determined to solve.
“You used to at least look at him when he talks, now you act like he’s part of the furnitur
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