“We weren’t talking about you,” I said, then under my breath added to Amanda, “Tell him we were.” “We totally were,” Amanda yelled after him, and he smiled at her over his shoulder. She nudged me with her elbow. “You’re good.” “Didn’t I tell you?”
“You know what a wise philosopher once said?” he responded. “What?” “You have to shake it off. Shake, shake, shake it off.”
He laughed. “Not sure you can trade math for journalism.”
“I’ll be Lacey Barnes. Famous. They’ll let me do what I want, right?”
“Pretty sure most people already let you do what you want.”
“If that were true, you’d be doing my homework packets for me.” I turned and gave him my best pleading eyes. “It’s not too late for that to happen.”